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The tension builds...

...as we start the countdown to Mallory's Sixth Birthday Celebration. This Saturday, an unknown number of little girls (do people not understand what RSVP means?) will converge upon my house for an Event which will include a Craft (yes, me, organizing a craft, what was I thinking?), a Tea Party (with real tea! and hot chocolate for those who don't like tea! and lemonade for those who don't like either!), and Cake. Yikes! I'm not sure if I'm up for this. My biggest dilemma is -- are the parents going to stay? Because they don't have to and in fact I'd prefer that they don't because X number of little girls plus X number of their mothers times the number of my chairs in my house equals not enough. But some of these moms don't really know me -- I mean, all they know about me is that I'm Mallory's mom, so maybe they won't feel comfortable dropping off their kid and leaving. I'm not sure what to do about that although it would help if they would CALL ME AND TELL ME IF THEIR KID IS COMING OR NOT IN THE FIRST PLACE.

I'm a bit on edge about it, actually.

But it will all be fine, I'm sure. And, as Phoebe said just the other day, "Everyone likes birthdays!"

Comments

aimee said…
Most likely, the moms who don't know you will leave their girl and the moms that do know you will offer to stay. Weird logic, I know.

What a great mom you are!!
Anonymous said…
That sounds like so much fun. I don't think that a lot of people understand the concept between RSVP! Good luck and hope Mallory has a great day.

Mom

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