Welcome to my little episode of “When Moms Screw Up.” Please sit down and make yourself comfortable.
About two weeks ago Miss C got an invite for a party from a school friend she absolutely adores. I RSVPd promptly, wrote the time on my planner and blocked out the evening for the hubby on his calendar so he could have a “date” with Miss A. All along I had the time 6 p.m. in my mind, even though my mom commented that that seemed a little late for a kids’ party.
We left “early” and when we pulled into the skating rink parking lot I noticed Miss C’s friend’s mom out at her car and thought, “Cool…we’re here just in time. Not too early, not too late.”
When we walked in the teenager at the counter said they were closing in 15 minutes, but I assumed the rink had been rented out and we went in and scouted out the crowd. Miss C’s friend’s mom rushed over to say hi. “So glad you’re here…what happened? Did you get a ticket for skates? Do you want some cake?”
And then it dawned on me. The party was ENDING at 6 p.m.
Miss C asked me what was wrong and I explained to her I’d made a mistake on the time and we were late and then she started crying and the mom and I did the best we could to salvage a shitty moment. She brought Miss C a big piece of birthday cake and Miss C’s friend gave her the biggest hug in the world. I had to apologize and explain I had the time wrong on the hubby’s online calendar and never cross checked it with my planner.
The mom invited Miss C over one day soon for a playdate after school and I promised the girls we’d all go skating one weekend. Then Miss C and I met the hubby and Miss A at our local pizza parlor and we found that Miss C’s disappointment was nothing some pepperoni pizza and a shameful amount of quarters blown on air hockey and video games couldn’t make at least a little bit better.