My mother-in-law is a planner. I mean if we are going somewhere next year it's already planned out. So naturally when she found out I was expecting she began to plan the baby shower. Yes. Already.
It's in April. April 17th to be exact. You are all invited. Seriously. Send me an email if you are going to be in the DC/MD/VA area and you want to meet me and come. Ahem. So anyway, the date and location is already set.
Her house. Food, DJ (yes, a DJ!) and all my friends and family members that I can actually stand.
Originally I had a few friends that had said they wanted to "help" out with the planning of the shower. My MIL had been bugging me for 3 or 4 weeks to get her their information so that she could put together her baby shower "committee".
So just Monday night I gave her the email addresses of 3, just 3 of my friends. That is when all hell broke loose.
I had no idea that separately 2 of my friends are sweet and great and full of awesomenes. But together, planning something for me. Not so much.
Everyone wants to be in charge. Everyone claims to be my bestest, most special friend and know me the best and what I would like the best and blah blah blah.
For fucking real? What's the deal? I had my oldest friend calling me at work yesterday (yes only 2 days since I had sent out the original email) bitchin' about how unorganized it was and that she was taking over.
I had my other BF calling me to do my registry right then and there with her on the phone and telling me that she was sending out invitations.
Then I had my sister-in-law bitchin' with them about what the theme of the party was going to be. The baby's room is going to be Classic Pooh so that is what she was aiming for. But everyone else wants to wait until next month to find out the sex and blah blah blah.
By yesterday afternoon me and my MIL had had enough! I remembered my "work mom" (our office secretary whom I love dearly) wanted to help plan. She is older, maybe in her late 50's and is the best party planner I've ever known.
I told my MIL and we both agreed to let her take it over. My MIL sent her and email asking if she wanted to take charge and she agreed. Immediately she sent out an email to my MIL with all her ideas and what colors will be used and she's doing the cake and punch to match the decorations and blah blah blah.
I love it. She was just what the doctor ordered. She will take charge and tell them other heffers what to do, when to do it and how.
Carlota. Where the hell are you when I need you Mrs. Germany?
Anyway, it's under control now. I don't know what the big deal was. When all the wrappers and cake is gone it will be just me with my kids.
Don't think they'll be fighting over me then. Huh? Will they?
Didn't think so.