How lovely...

Michael lost his soccer game tonight, keeping the record for most games lost in a season; all of them. Ryan declined calling me from the hospital, saying that he was going to just wait for someone to call for him. I've decided to call and check up on him without letting him know I'm calling. He waited the last placement out, till they had to send him home. I was heartbroken last time that he didn't even want to call me. I'm starting to think perhaps my baby boy is a spoiled brat who meaningfully hurts others, me at the top of the list. How is it possible to have two children so impossibly different? Blech!