Today was a crazy day. Quinn made her First Reconciliation this morning at 9:00 am and after months of worrying and a nervous breakdown last night, followed by a not so great night of sleep - she went in to the see the priest like a pro. I was so proud of her!
Then we went straight to her basketball game where she got the ball a couple times and made a shot - missed, but made a shot. Yeah!
We had lunch together, which was awesome and then I took Lydia and her to a Gingerbread House making party. We ran home and left for Practice Thanksgiving (long story) and got home around 9:30 am. 12 hours of running like crazy makes for a house that is a disaster.
But, that's not what this is about. Why is it when my kid doesn't get invited to a birthday party that it hurts my feelings? How old am I? I mean, she doesn't know she wasn't invited (yet). When her friends tell her about it tomorrow or later this week, she's going to be upset and I'm going to have to tell her - tell her what!? People are not what you expect them to be? Hey, listen, kid, people disappoint you, get used to it? Hey, sorry, but clicks are clicks and you're not in one! Why am I taking this personally? I don't know.
Maybe I've misunderstood the whole deal and if I have, I apologize. Any Mom would get their hackles up when they feel like their kid has been slighted, right? I am really trying to be a bigger person about this, which is why I am blogging and not blasting this on facebook or in an email. I know, I need to grow up.
