guilt

If it isn't one thing, it's another, right?
I called my older sister (we'll call her Party Animal or Animal for short) to tell her about the tubes being put in. We talk about that, she reassures me he'll be fine.
Then I mention his party and say I'll post pictures for her (she's stationed in Hawaii with the Air Force in case you missed that somewhere down the blog). She says "yeah, I heard you planned it the same day as Michelle's wedding." I graduated high school with Michelle. We weren't best friends, but we've known one another since we were young (at least Kindergarten and we lived a few doors down from one another growing up). I said, "yeah, I just wanted everyone to be able to come." The party is planned for July 5 so everyone has that weekend off (my dad, Big A's mom). My sister says, "yeah, I know you have other people coming and you had to plan for that." Me: "well, it's dad. I wanted him to be able to come, and he's always on call on weekends." Her: "yeah, but now mom can't go to Michelle's wedding." Then she had to answer the phone at work and go to a meeting.

Wow, it's not like my mom ever played a huge part in my friends' lives in high school. We didn't have the hang out house growing up. I know weddings are fun and Michelle's an old friend. But I'm missing her wedding, too. I guess I just wanted Tristan to have a birthday party with all of his grandparents there. Will have to talk to my mom about this later. Not sure when else we could schedule it that my MIL would have work off (not that she couldn't take work off but she's a workaholic x50).

Edit: The party is at 3, the wedding is at 5, but they are 3 hours in distance. I'm going to talk to my mom and see if we have the party before noon if it would make things better (or if she doesn't even care & my sister just said she did).