Last night I woke up in a sweaty panic. Robbie’s birthday party is on the 12th, and it hadn’t yet occurred to me to do anything about actually INVITING OTHER KIDS. I had visions of forgetting it completely, no one showing up to the party, and Robbie crying and crying. This is why I was reading in the living room last night from 2-3am. So today at the office I printed out cute but hasty invites and stuck them in the mailboxes at school in the afternoon. Crisis averted.
Then tonight we’re all getting ready for trick or treating and I suddenly realize that we don’t have trick or treating bags. Not a major problem at all, and the boys are going to use Whole Foods bags… But WHY can’t I remember this stuff??
Where is the part of my brain that is supposed to be activated by my momness? Is there a switch somewhere I should flip? What the hell?!
No time to ponder about this anymore, got to take 2 pirates and a tiger out through the neighborhood. Mr. Plain and I will be King & Queen. Have a fun night everyone!