The art of the RSVP...
I have recently been to a string of birthday parties for my son and even though I don't know anyone I'm a firm believer it's not about me it's about him and the birthday boy or girl. So even though I was a Nancy nobody and suffered mild panic attacks I pick myself up and go. Luckily they are at public play centers so I found myself ok to sit with a coffee and phone and wait for conversation to come my way. Boy was I glad I took my gem as it turned out he was the only kid from his class at one party and one of three at the other two. Not that the birthday kid was fussed as they were surrounded by family and running wild with my son but it was still disappointing to see the lack of effort put in from other mums of day care friends. After some friendly conversation towards the end I was profusely thanked and told that we were the only ones who RSVP. So not only were there limited numbers but the poor party planners were left in a bind still not sure how many were...