One text, and Petunia had a ride home from Girls on the Run on Thursday afternoon. One email to the other parents on Thing One's soccer team, and I had five, count 'em, FIVE separate offers to bring him to their Saturday game, which conflicts with Thing Two's Saturday game. Including two offers from women I can't 100% guarantee that I would recognize if they were standing next to me on the sideline, given that I am still trying to figure out who all the kids are and which parents go with which kid. (That says a lot about how unbelievably nice the parents on this new team of Thing One's are, by the way. Man, did he-- and we-- fall into a pile of roses with the recent club switch.)
So, for the time being at least, all is resolved. And I continue to be grateful to the universe for surrounding me with good people. Not something I take for granted.