Last night I finished the skirt for the small child’s birthday party. Twice, actually; the first time it was far too big at the waist, which worries me a little as I measured the elastic exactly. I recalibrated it to fit the snortlepig, who is younger but proportionately fatter than the birthday child; and the rest is in the hands of Fate.
So anyway, I was feeling pretty good about all this - a handmade birthday present, after all, that’s gotta be worth a few Mom Points - we’ll say six - when it occurred to me to fish out the invitation from my handbag (minus one) and figure out how to get to the address from the bus stop. That’s when I noticed that the invitation did not, as I had thought, say 2:30PM but rather 10-11:30AM. It was twelve. Minus ten points.
In a frenzy of remorse I rang the child’s mother to apologise (two points for moral virtue), whereupon she kindly informed me that yes, the time was 10AM, but the date was August 22. Minus several thousand points for ineptitude and lack of cool.
On the bright side, it appears I have now finished the handmade present several weeks early… which surely earns me back a couple of points, nein? And I don’t have to walk to the bus stop in the rain. But still though. As Helpdesk Man exclaimed delightedly when I told him, “Man, you’re amazingly incompetent!” Thanks, sweetness.
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