Son One received an invite early last week to go round to a friend's house for tea that Friday after school. The invite came by text and the reply of acceptance sent by text.
Didn't think any more about it. Friday morning came along and I waved Son One off to school saying "Have fun at your friend's house, I'll be there to pick you up at 7pm" and off to work I went.
It was only at 3pm that same afternoon when I was heading off to pick up Son Two from his school, that the thought struck me that I had no idea how Son One and his friend were getting to the friend's house or even what the arrangements were for the two of them to meet up at the end of the school day (both being in separate classes). A panicked phone call ensued to the friend's Mum who allayed my fears by assuring me that she had told her son to go to Son One's classroom immediately the kicking out bell rang at 3:15pm. I'm so glad that one of us was organised and on the ball. Honestly, there are just some days when I wonder if I'm responsible enough to be looking after my children!!
Needless to say, Son One was totally oblivious to his Crap Mum's shredded nerves and had a thoroughly wonderful time at the friend's house.
