Harsh Things and a Call

It was to be a tight morning.  The little woman had a therapy appt. and then immediately after that I was to have the phone appt. with Mom's doctor. 
The little woman was a bit angry at her session.  She had gotten into it some with the little man before he left for school.  Fighting over who was taking the Ipad with them.  I really really should not have only bought one.  Anyway she pops off that she wants him to be adopted by someone else.  We explain that that is not happening.  It isn't ever on the plate.  And that's when she said that Daddy told her she was suppose to be an only child and he was going to be adopted. 
You could have picked my chin up off the floor.  Wow.  I did not react and the therapist said that was really good.  But inside, my heart did another one of those breaking of the pieces.  That is not information that a child can process.  And someday she is going to let that slip and it is going to do more harm than has already been done.  The therapist explained again that it wasn't anything that was ever going to happen.  Oy.
We rushed out so I could take the call.  After sitting in the parking lot for a few minutes I decided to start the drive home.  We got almost all the way home before it came.  No problem whatsoever in prescribing the meds.  And she is putting in a referral for a geriatric psychiatrist.  We'll go over the medlist and the behaviors that are continuing even with a treated UTI.  And that is that.  Felt a whole lot less waste of my time than the appt. we went on last week.