Last Friday I got the heads up there was a birthday invite in my child's backpack awaiting me...the teacher's mixed up the invites for the lovely M sisters...
I got home and looked in the bag, sure enough there was the invite with my daughter's best friends name on it. I told her about the mix-up and her invite would be there the next day and she ripped it open anyway.
Huh? Tomorrow NIGHT??? 5pm to 9pm for a kindergartner's birthday party? And it's at your house and I don't know you.
Rude? Yes, yes I think so. And I say it out loud and my husband says, "Well she's not going, right?"
No. No she is not. I am not going to drop everything I had planned for my Saturday because this child's mother couldn't get out invites before the NIGHT before the party. I mean come on.
The trouble was...she now KNEW there was a party. And this girl was someone she liked and I had heard her mention before....
Boo Boo we are so busy tomorrow with everything we had planned and Daddy having to work. I think we will have to skip your friend's birthday. You know you can't go to every party, right?
We can make her a card you can bring Monday.
Can I paint a rock for her too?
Okay. *la di da* and she waltzes away.
I thought my child was going to throw a fit, but instead she could have not cared less.
Thanks Mama Kat for the prompt to tell my tale.
p.s. do NOT do this to your child's classmates. Hubs and I have agreed you need to give at least THREE days notice. Two weeks or more is preferred.
p.p.s. Yes, this post is LATE for Mama's workshop, but this is a blog, not a birthday. ;)