Sick of My Kid's Drama Queen Bullshit

So, Connor has a lot of snot drainage again today, which causes him to expel the snot that accumulates in his stomach overnight (I have the same issue, but thank goodness the doc gave me those meds; it's completely helped).  

At 1, I get a call from the school, "Shayla has wet herself; can you bring her a change of clothes?" I ask calmly, "My son has been puking all day, and I don't want to drag him out in the cold. How badly did she wet herself?" Nurse says she's soaked, so I say I'm on my way.

We walk up there, the whole time I'm going over in my head different things that can cause an 8 year old with appropriate bladder control to suddenly pee themselves. 

I get there, Shayla bounces into the office, all smiles and happy. My first words? "You don't look wet." She stops dead in her tracks. "...umm..." 

So I ask what happened as I'm grabbing the bag of clothes. Connor says 'Mommy...' And I hear his stomach lurch so I just shove his head in the backpack, because I have it in my hands. 

Shayla explains that 'she didn't wipe very well' and I kind of...well...exploded. 

"I DRAGGED YOUR PUKING BROTHER TO THE SCHOOL, WALKING THROUGH THE COLD BECAUSE YOU WERE IN SUCH A HURRY YOU COULDN'T WIPE YOUR ASS???"

The school official wisely stayed quiet. 

So I hand Shayla the clean underwear (which was wrapped in the jeans and shirt that absorbed Connor's snot vomit), and she goes to change. When she comes back, I am deadly calm, and I quietly lecture her about being overdramatic and exaggerating everything. I told her the next time this happens she had better be head to toe saturated, it had better be a real serious emergency, and willing to sit and wait for Daddy to leave work and bring her clothes, because if it isn't such an emergency that she doesn't want Daddy to bring the clothes (because Daddy is a lot tougher than I am and won't tolerate the shit I do), then it clearly wasn't important enough. 

I told her this is the reason she is supposed to have a change of clothes in her backpack, and what happened to that? And she just kinda went "I dunno...its there..."

I then told her I was extremely angry, because she had a change of clothes and still forced me to come up here. Then I asked, who exaggerated? The nurse or her? Cuz if it was the nurse I need to go chew her out for this ridiculousness. Then she tells me, "No mommy, it was me. Please don't go yell at anyone." 

I'm just so pissed, at the nurse (because it was quite fucking obvious that she was not, in fact, soaking wet) and at Shayla, who is such a fucking drama queen that she's forcing me to do things like this when there was absolutely no need to. 

Poor Connor was dragged out in the cold and forced to throw up in my backpack (which my wallet was in, by the way. And now I need a new one for Christmas because that bag/wallet will forever smell of sour snot vomit). He definitely did not need to be out in the cold. 

This ridiculousness needs to stop. I'm so over this drama queen bullshit.