I did something this weekend I’ve never done before. I got Sasha dressed in her prettiest party dress, I tied a ribbon onto the perfectly wrapped gift, and I blew my hair straight. None of that is the new part. I then strolled up the walk to Sasha’s little friend’s birthday party…still not the novel event. I rang the doorbell, and we shouted happy birthday in unison just as we’d practiced in the car. What happened next knocked the wind out of me. I was an entire week early!!!! This has never ever happened to me or anyone in my immediate family (who’s not named Heather.) Am I finally slipping? Is the strain of trying to be the perfect Mommy starting to show? Suffice it to say we came in anyway and had a very awkward one on one birthday party. From now on I will keep a calendar in my kitchen, car, and bra. If this type of snafu should re occur, I will have no choice but witness protection!