I'm not sure if it's because I've been frantically running all day and forgetting to eat, or if it's the anxiety. My daughter is having a sleepover today and the two best friends she chose from school both didn't show. She doesn't seem too upset. I'm a wreck.
The two best friends, Isabella and Hannah, don't get along. Therefore, when both were invited, one declined immediately. If she's invited, I'm not coming, was the third grader's response. Sigh, was mine. Then, two hours prior to the start of the party, the attendee called and said, "I can't make it to Mia's party. My mom can't get me there on time." Wow. Thanks. So I called the other girl and told her dad that she had bailed, and asked if his daughter could make it, even offering to have my husband pick her up. He kindly said they were 'kinda booked' and that he wondered if Mia could come over and swim tomorrow at two. It is making me wonder if I've somehow presented myself at school in a way that makes these people snub us, or if it's just the luck of the draw.
At any rate, as I blog there is thumping and stomping and lots of yelling from the upstairs as the two other kids from her class and the one who lives in the neighborhood all play and dance to Hannah Montana... We await the arival of one more and then the real fun begins. God help me, when she gets older
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