Even before having kids, I have been known to mentally “space out”.  Like the time I poured milk into the strainer when making macaroni and cheese.  I thought to myself, Why is it running out?  Duh-as we used to say in grade school.  Last week I again demonstrated my ability to make a stupid move and, sadly, this time it dragged my husband into probably one of the most embarrassing moments on his wife’s part in years.  You see, the week leading up to the Super Bowl I received an email invite from a neighbor to a party at her house.  I replied that we MAY come depending on how the kids are doing.  Charlotte didn’t get a nap that Sunday due to the Bob the Builder show, so we opted to go to the get-together and keep her up a bit before an early bedtime.  We knocked on the door, greeted the family and Dave even asked where the snacks were to add our pizza rolls to the spread.  Turns out the other two neighborhood families the email mentioned were no-shows, only her two kids and her parents were there and her husband was away on business.  I didn’t want to be rude and question the poor turnout.  After spending an hour-and-a-half in her basement watching the game and playing with the kids, we decided to get them home to bed.  Fast forward to yesterday at Target.  We ran into the neighbor lady whose family was supposed to be at the party.  “What happened on Super Bowl Sunday?”  Well what happened is we went to the wrong house!  It was, in fact, another neighbor who sent me the email.  They mentioned to the other families there that we might be stopping by, but didn’t know that since I spaced on the sender’s name and got the wrong house we would never make it.  To my imposed upon neighbor’s credit, she never asked why we came over uninvited and cheerfully welcomed us into her home.  I apologized in person yesterday.  I also explained myself to the neighbors who actually invited us.  My husband has requested all future invites be shown to him.  Agreed.

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