How my weekend became just another weekday
It started out just like any Sunday, get up get the dogs out, have a cup of coffee. Unload the dishwasher, feed the kids, work on the blog and then get ready for church. After church, the oldest informs me she has a birthday party to go to. I vaguely remember being told of this party around the first of May. Something along the lines of "my friend is going to have her birthday in the summer can I go?" Not once was a date disclosed nor was it mentioned again, until today. So, as I scrambled to figure out logistics for the party, care for the youngest and lunch meds and bedtime meds at the care center, this kiddo texted to make sure they knew she was coming. Apparently, no one did the RSVP thing, so the parents did not plan a party for other kids. I felt even more awful, as we did not either but in my defense, I was never even shown an invitation. All that said, we now needed a gift. I quickly thought well I will just go get some cash and put it in a card. Nothing says "I...