First showing, first nightmare...where's the whipped cream?

The kids and I were at a birthday party when Jon called:
Jon: "The Realtor with client will be here at 6:15pm."
me: "What? Are you sure?"
Jon: "Yep, you better get home I need to be at Mutual at 7pm."

I hung up the phone and asked my hostess: "What time is it?" friend: "5:45pm" me: "CRAP! 30 min notice?"

Anyway, Serin will just giggle and think "You better get used to this, honey." LOL

So I ran home with screaming children (who wants to be removed from a Birthday party w/o warning? torture!) and cleaned like mad and hid stuff in the garage.

The people came and left and I started to get the kids to bed. I moved William's blanket and the little stinker hid a tub of whipped cream under his blanket for his midnight snack. He deserved it after such a dramatic night.