Last week I got an email from the mom of a little girl in Number 5’s class, inviting her to come over for dinner and to play for a little bit on Friday night.
I didn’t respond right away because I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to get her there, and then I just completely forgot about it.
Yesterday at about 3:00 I remembered the email.
Shoot.
I emailed the mom back asking if it was too late to accept the invitation.
She hadn’t left a phone number or anything, so I just waited and hoped that she would check her email before too long.
I never said anything to Number 5 though.
I learned my lesson a few years ago never to give the kids too much advanced warning regarding anything.
You never know what will come up and ruin plans.
So when I didn’t hear back from the mom, it was okay.
Since I hadn’t said anything to Number 5, she didn’t know the difference.
Last night around 11pm I checked my email.
There was an email from the mom.
Oh no!!!!
I am so sorry!!! I just saw your email! Damn it!
I will email you soon so we can figure out another day, I’m so sorry!
I just saw your blog – very cool! 🙂 I only read the “about” section, but now I understand this chunk of a conversation with my daughter…
My daughter: Mommy, Number 5 can be so confusing.
Me: Huh? I thought you were friends.
My daughter: We are friends. (insert long thoughtful pause) It’s just every day she talks about her sisters and brothers and they all have different names. And I can’t remember any of them because there are so many.
Me: How many does she have?
My daughter: I think 100.
Well, everything definitely seems bigger when you’re little.
And Number 5’s friend may have overshot the number by a little bit, but once you get above three kids,
eh,
what’s 93 more?
My #6 of our 8 total, told me the other day that he *wants* to have 100 babies.
And 100 balloons.
So, to him that’s a perfectly reasonable number. LOL