Published Friday, 16 March 2012
It tells me that Annie has been invited to a movie/dinner/sleepover. At half past four. One hour away.
Silently thanking the heavens that she'd had a very recent bath, and secure in the knowledge that there were clean jammies in her drawer, I phone her dad.
"Annie's been invited to a sleepover tonight - very short notice, though"
"Yeah, she mentioned something about that earlier in the week"
Oh brilliant! Well as long as she MENTIONED it. No need to tell ME anything about it.
I should tell you that this is not the first time I learnt about a party or school event at the very last minute.
Only this morning, after they'd got out of the car and just as I was about to drive off number one son rapped on the window to tell me it was book sale day, and he needed 20p. He's pretty good at remembering stuff, even if it is last minute. And it's not that I don't trust him, but teachers are always good at knowing what the score is so off I went to the playground, passing another mum on the way.
"No, I'm pretty sure book club is next week"
"Ok - I'll check anyway"
Sadly she was wrong - it WAS today. Luckily I had a full purse. Not by the time I'd left the playground though.
It seems my little toot isn't the only one who doesn't tell their mummy stuff on time, as a sizeable proportion of P4 hadn't a bean on them.
And guess what? All girls.
Maybe at the sleepover tonight they'll get a chance to discuss this turn of events, although this is unlikely.
They're more likely when they're big girls to remember the day they emptied my purse in the playground, but for the life of them they probably won't be able to recall why!!!!