I get by with a little help from my friends

This week has seemed particularly crazy. We are still getting the back to school schedule kinks worked out. One therapist is on maternity leave and another is moving. My childcare help has been sketchy and my sil, who usually takes the girls to school, is out of town. Did I mention one of the twins got sick? Anyways, I thought we were managing decently until yesterday morning. I parked instead of going through car line since I am living on caffeine and a bathroom trip was essential. Public restrooms, with a walking (read touching all the germy surfaces) toddler and a child on your hip, are almost impossible. I tossed a kid on each hip (since we had of course gotten out the door with out shoes) and ran inside to do a hand off to a fellow mom while I ran to the restroom. This worked exactly as planned, until one of my friends asked if I realized B's birthday party invitations had been sent out with no details written in them. Only a fellow mom can understand how it is possible to pick up the wrong stack of invites and send lovely labeled cards to a class full of kids who have no idea why they got them. I need my friends a lot. Thankfully they are there to catch all my shortfalls and help me glue my messes back together. I keep promising myself that one day I will truly find a way to repay all the things they have done for me, but that is the gift of friendship. They don't see it as a debt.