I can barely believe that I am getting ready to type what I am about to. My eldest kiddo turns 8 this week. EIGHT!!! INSANE. I have no clue where the time has went. More on his party later.
Hold onto your knickers here. I am about to get real and teach some people something. Every birthday I send out invitations to kids in the boys classrooms. Not everyone gets an invite because, well, we have parties at our house and I can't fit 20something kids here. I typically have the kids invite about 5 or 6. We already have our family, so that is 3. Plus my friend Lora always comes with her two. So we have a guaranteed 5 already. Out of the ones we send invites to, maybe half come.
This year Aidan invited 10. Yes. TEN. TEN eight year olds. A mixture of boys and girls. I sent out the invitations on the 6th. The party is the 17th. Guess how many RSVP's I got. Just guess. ZERO. This happens every birthday. I am willing to guess I will get phone calls Friday night.
Now, I got to thinking. Maybe everyone doesn't know what RSVP stands for, so I am here to explain. RSVP stands for the French phrase "répondez s'il vous plaît, which means "please respond. It doesn't mean-please respond only if you can't come. It doesn't mean-please respond only if you can come. It just means RESPOND.
Let the poor mother know how many kids to expect. Biggest reason this is necessary-now a days kids go home with goody bags. We are doing a sports themed party. How do I know how many bags of "Big League Chew" to buy if I have no clue if your kiddo is coming? This year we are having pizza instead of a cookout,THANK YOU NATE for wanting that for your birthday this year. It makes it SO much easier. What isn't easy though is I have no clue how many pizzas to buy. I know there are at least going to be ,8 possibly 10 adults guaranteed. Then a guaranteed 5 possibly 6 kids. But that number has the potential to be 15-16 kids. That is a HUGE difference.
So please, I beg of you, if you get an invite for a party RSVP and help to end this Type-A planning mom's anxiety! I won't chat long on the phone. I just need a head count. I swear we won't have a 20 minute conversation on the phone. Talking to strangers on the phone causes as much anxiety in me as it does you.
*This message is being brought to you by a Type-A brained mom who is going insane not being able to plan properly.