I went to gymnastics tonight, looking forward to seeing Tesla practice. I arrived early and was working on my Spanish while I waited for Tesla to arrive with her father. (Originally, I thought I would get her after school. That was not permitted.) Then I thought I would at least get to drive her home after practice.
Well, that didn’t happen either. At 5:52 PM I get a text from John.
“No gymnastics tonight all children have upset stomachs.”
Are you serious? Eight minutes before gymnastics starts he texts me they aren’t coming. I wrote back, “Why did you wait until now to tell me!? I am at gym already.” He didn’t respond which I expected. I called. Voicemail. 😦
I texted him “Please let tt call me.” No response.
I tried calling again. Voicemail. I let a message asking what is wrong with all the children? Tesla had been complaining of stomach pains over my weekend with her. I let her father know about the pain, low grade fever and what medication I gave her. He called me later, asking again because Tesla was still hurting.
At 8:10 I texted “Please have tt call me.” No response.
I have the right to speak to my daughter. The right to know what is wrong with her and if she is going to be taken to see our doctor.
AND
I want to say goodnight to my child, especially if she doesn’t feel good.
~P.
He is such a prick!