The Day I Became A Social Leper

So, it seems like this is the week I have finally turned into a social pariah. Yes folks, we all knew the day would come, but no one could guess that it would happen at such a young and tender age.

Okay, I might be exaggerating. A little. But three out of four of our social invitations have fallen flat on us. In one week. It's truly enough to start giving me a complex. Lord knows with all my mom neuroticism (I made up the word spell check. Deal with it.), I really don't need a social stigma heaped on top of it all. That just screams HOT MESS. I'm perilously close as it is but being anal retentively organized has kept me on the good side of the line. Probably somewhere between "She's a slacking" and "Dayum gurl".

It started with an ice cream date with my girl friend. She's pregnant with her first baby and we haven't had many chances to get together lately, what with her creating new life and all. Two weeks this was in the works and then she tells me the other day that her doctor had to re-schedule her appointment. To our girls date time. Sigh. Okay, I can't be mad at that without being a total asshole (But I am allowed a small jerk moment, right?) so I get it. I'd totally blow her off if it meant checking on the well being of my unborn fetus. Blah blah blah.

Ok, and if you want to get technical, the second doesn't qualify as a get together, unless you count in my mind. (Seriously though, some cool things happen there so it should totally count.) I had planned to bake a yummy treat for my office girls to celebrate the fact that we made it to Friday. Sometimes making it through the week can seem like an extreme accomplishment. Then I found out that 2 of the 3 were taking Friday off. Well, I can't really be mad at that either since no one realized my imaginary plans could very well become tangible plans and that their invitations got lost in my mental recesses. Completely fair.

Tonight we invited my parents to come have ice cream with their adorable grand children. It was a spur of the moment, spontaneous hang out with the family for an hour kind of thing. But apparently my parents have more of a social life than even I do and weren't available for some snickity snack time with the kids. (Ok, I know I'm not often spontaneous, but does this show you why? Geez.) Now, this is the third time in under a week I've been turned down and I'm thinking that the universe has deemed me unfit for public consumption.

Well, don't tell the Universe but tomorrow night I'm sneaking out my window and meeting up with the girls to see my son make an ass of himself. (Yes, it's time for Shrek: The Musical!) What the Universe doesn't know won't hurt it.