Schedule F--- Up

For priding myself on being such an organized individual, I can really step in it at times. I belong to a writers group that meets weekly to write and then we take turns hosting quarterly meetings at each others homes. I was in charge of the meeting for the first quarter of this year. Through a loooong series of mishaps (people out of town, a literary event cancelled due to snow, etc.) we never managed to meet.  After innumerable e-mail exchanges (you try coordinating the schedules of 8 busy individuals), we finally picked May 9th for our dinner. I sent out directions, people confirmed, we were set.

Until...

My mom called last week to say that she would be in DC over Mother's Day weekend. Her best friends nephew is graduating and the dad of the nephew is paying for the trip there.  Mom didn't realize that I'm only 5 hours from DC, and was thrilled when I said I could drive up to meet her. I, of course, not letting the fact that I'm hosting a dinner for 8 on Friday stop me from booking a non-refundable hotel room in DC on the same night.

I just realized my goof last night. There is nothing to do but cancel the dinner--which has been cancelled about six times before. I'm hoping someone else will open their home and the dinner can go on as planned. I'm just so embarrassed. It's such a tacky thing to do last minute.  But then again, I rarely see my mom.

Never, ever assume you can "remember" what's on your calendar. Look where it got me...