Confession time.

I was supposed to be at a friend's baby shower last weekend.

I didn't go.

I am a terrible friend. I didn't want to be like, "Oh I forgot!" That would be a lie. She knows I wouldn't forget.

So, I sent the following e-mail to her:

I am a terrible friend.

I totally did not come yesterday.

I have had these children for 9 days straight with no break and I'm dying. (side note- Caroline cut her hair this morning. I was so angry. It took a lot not to poke my own eyeballs out.)

We went to G-boro yesterday to get you a gift (yes, I waited until the last minute. I am a terrible friend... remember) and to get Ry a Father's Day gift (yes, I waited until the last minute... I am a terrible wife like that). I took the girls to Chic-fil-a. I saw Jamie. I told her I didn't know if I would go.

They were in rare form yesterday. I had no one to keep them. Mom was at the beach. Ry's parents were in Rocky Mount. Ry was working (like he would have kept them anyway). So, after much deliberation... I decided to skip your shower. I suck as a friend. That is all.

Hailey

PS- If you still want to talk to me, I have your gift AND your breastfeeding apron should be here soon. Call me this week. Thanks.

I just put it all out on the table for her. I felt much better after I addressed the situation.

Don't you wish you had a friend like me? *Wink*Wink*

PS- She was fine with it. Her response? "I wouldn't have come if it weren't my shower." Ha!