So it turns out that the missed visit wasn't really a miss. The transportation/supervision group messed up and actually did hear from Bio Dad that he intended to have his visit.
We got an email.
Hubby called: Hey did you see the email?
Me: No. What email?
Hubby: Bio Dad did confirm, they should have had a visit.
Me: Oh that's real nice. That doesn't help me kid with sky high anxiety now does it?
Hubby: Just reply back that this Sunday is fine. But don't be bitchy about it.
Me: You don't want me to reply how I want to reply then maybe you should reply.
Light years people, light years from 4 years ago when it would have sent me into a fuming rant about incompetence and further hurt to my children. I would have sent a terse email and called to complain.
Only a few more months....