I hate doing things at the last minute. Absolutely hate it. I like to have a plan and to stick to it as much as possible. If something is scheduled to start at 4pm, I’m there at 3:45pm. Hubby gets on me because I’m such a stickler for being prompt, but I tell him it shows respect for those who are expecting you. Not only that, but it also means taking others lives and schedules into consideration; that is very important to me.

A niece of ours is having her 6th grade continuation this coming Wednesday. Guess when we learned about it? Today! When I was given this information, I could feel my face doing the thing–I have the absolute worst poker face, and it’s so easy to read my expressions. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, a measly 3 days notice. It’s almost like the invitation was extended simply because they happened to see us today; in my opinion they were better off not saying anything at all.

Don’t get me wrong, we would absolutely love to be there to celebrate this milestone with our niece, but I can’t reasonably believe that her parents hadn’t thought to contact us sooner than today. Maybe it seems like we have nothing else going on in our lives, which is inconsiderate on a whole other level. The more I think about it, the more incredulous I become.

The reality is if we’re not there, we’ll be looked at as terrible family members, despite the fact that we were given a ridiculously short notice; that part won’t matter, only that we didn’t drop everything and attend the ceremony. Hubby and I will just have to deal with the aftermath when it comes.

Hopefully this will serve as a reminder that a little consideration goes a long way. I’m doubtful, but one can dream, right??

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