I'm OK with arranging my social life; I'm OK with dealing with my children's social lives. But the latest phase is one where they're too old for babysitters, yet can't really stay home by themselves.
So for Saturday night--because we had tickets for Madame Butterfly--instead of calling the agency and getting a babysitter, I arranged two sleep-overs for my kids. Well, what with the phone calls and the packing and the transportation and the little hostess gift for the hostess, and the phone calls and the picking up in the morning? In addition to getting dressed up, picking the menu for dinner in the Graham Room, finding the valet parking ticket, driving to the city and back?
Mr. President? Call me. I'm ready to take over a big-three car company. Maybe not GM, but definitely Chrysler.