Oh, y’all, why do I do this to myself?
I loathe giving a party. Loathe. And the reason I loathe it is because no one has the common sense or decency or proper manners to respond to a RSVP.
If you’ve been with me for any length of time, I have already covered this. But people don’t know what to do with an RSVP.
As far as the rest of the party stuff, it’s a piece of cake compared to getting someone, anyone, to commit to coming. Decorations? Food? Games and activities? Those, I all enjoy doing and planning for.
Spawn is having a Halloween party this year. Against my better judgement, I said yes to this — knowing that at the 11th hour I would be having a nervous breakdown about the RSVP part.
Spawn is not what you’d call a social butterfly, so the guest list for any party is usually pretty small. How I wish the kid would invite more kids to these things, because at least then the law of averages would get me a fair sized count. But the list is usually small for us, and therefore, if I don’t hear from anyone I really get anxious.
I don’t understand how people in good conscience can leave a host(ess) hanging like that. I mean, there is food to buy, for one thing. But just the flat-out rudeness of people to not even acknowledge the invite one way or another, well, that really gets my hackles up. How would these people feel if their child invited people to a party and then no one responded? Don’t they think their kid would wonder if anyone was coming?
My project this evening has been to call each of the invitees and ask if they are coming. I’ve talked to a lot of answering machines. I am quite annoyed. The fact that I am calling and following up when clearly I should not have to do so is not helping matters any.
I hate to lower the boom on my kid, but I think this may be the last year I put up with this nonsense.
– Mox
