Yesterday one of our children was invited to a birthday party of one of their classmates at Pump It Up. Well and dandy! Melissa picked out a birthday present a week ahead of time, wrapped it, we'd RSVP'd, and Jonathan dropped her off at the party place. Matthew and Isaac played with their daddy in the meantime while I went shopping.
That evening I asked Melissa how the party went, "Great! It was fun!" Did Isabel like her present? "Yes, but it wasn't the Isabel in my class, it was a different Isabel." ??? Matthew interjected, "Yeah. When I went inside to get Melissa a bunch of my friends were there. I think the party was for the Isabel in my class." Oops. What kind of mother mixes up invitations for kid's birthday parties? Oh dear.
Later I called the mom to explain what happened and apologize. She laughed. "Oh, no problem! I have five kids. Once took them to Chuckie Cheese on a Saturday only to learn the party was on Sunday. Of course when you take your kids to Chuckie Cheese you can't just leave, so we had to stay and I ended up paying $60 more than I'd originally planned. We then went back on Sunday too. These things just happen." She was just glad everyone had a good time.
That evening there was a baby shower for a friend of mine. It was nice and I had a good time, but I was wearing pants that
I loudly announced to no one in particular "The pants come OFF!" and sighed happily.
"Rachel, I'm on speakerphone."
I don't even want to contemplate what the guy on the other end must have thought...