Party Pooper

It's official. I suck.

We had two parties scheduled for today - one for Pumpkinpie to go to with me in tow, and one for me to go out to for dinner. And then the nap came an hour late. And the half hour drive to the first party took an hour. Halfway across the city, we decided we probably should still go and drop off the gifite and let Pumpkinpie say hi and have the cake she'd been talking about nonstop. But we arrived in the last fifteen minutes - urk. We stayed for a little while, but had stayed past everyone else leaving just so we could let the poor kid have a few minutes. I didn't even have time or presence of mine to figure out how to wrap the giftie, made up as it was of a bunch of small things in a basket. Ribbons on the hadle? Not so hot for the little ones. Tissue paper? Dissolves too easily in the mouth. So I just handed it over sheepishly. Suckily.

Then, starting home after dinner time, we picked up some takeout and were so focused on catching up to bedtime that I forgot all about the second party. Until the phone rang and Sportypie, one of my oldest friends, called to say she was on the way to pick me up for her birthday dinner. Crap. The last bite of a big dish of cantonese chow mein had just hit my stomach, which lurched at the thought of an otherwise delish Indian meal. And I felt terrible for the second time, as Sportypie, who knows me well enough to read me over the phone, told me I was too frazzled, and not to worry about it. She had a lot of other friends coming, and assured me we'd do it another time. I agreed, sheepishly. Suckily.

Her present wasn't wrapped yet either.

I hate these days. Hopefully tomorrow's party will come off more smoothly...
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