Am I being "Punk'd"???

Sometimes I really think I'm being punked. Yesterday afternoon was one of those moments. I had just walked in the door from afterschool pick up, and my phone rang. Not let me back up a second here to say I've been answering every phone call lately, as one of my kids is having a slumber party and I asked everyone to RSVP via my cell. I don't normally answer unavailable numbers, but I did. So back to the story. So the conversation goes like this:

Other party: Hi this is XYZ, great grandmother of ABC. Is this (insert my child's name) mother?
Me: Yes. Hi, it's nice to meet you.
OP: Yes, well we have a problem. You see, your child told both of my great granddaughter's they could come to her party. And now I have one child in tears in the car because the invitation did not have her name on it.
Me: Oh, well, I don't know what to tell you. My child lied.(Yes, I totally said that, without even checking with my child if she DID say it, which later I asked and she said NO!) We invited only the girls in my child's class, at that's quite enough for me to handle.
(An aside, the OTHER granddaughter is in a different grade, which is why she wasn't invited)
OP: Well, I was wondering if my other great granddaughter could come to the party too. She'll bring a really nice gift.
Me:(Stuttering to come up with a NICE reply to a person I have never met before in my life) Well, see, that's really nice, but, uh, well I have 6 kids already(I didn't include #1) who will be here, and I just don't feel comfortable adding any more children, especially ones I don't know very well, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to have my hands full with the ones who are coming. I'm really sorry.
OP: I just don't know what I'm going to do. So, you still want my granddaughter at your party?
ME: Um, well, yes, we would enjoy her company if she can attend without her sister.
OP: Yeah, well. Ok. So what's your address?
Me: It's on the invitation(which I'm assuming she had to be looking at because how the hell else did she get my phone number?!), but here, I'll give it to you again. ::Gives lady the address::
OP: Oh, yeah, do you know BLAHDY BLAH BLAH? She lives over off Burch street, she's my sister.
Me: No, I'm sorry. I don't even know what Burch Street is.
OP: That's ok. Yeah. Well. Then. We'll see you.
Me: Ok. Thanks for calling.
OP: Yeah. Thanks a lot.

Then I hung up wondering if this lady was coming today for a party, because I think she was mistaken on the date or something. The party isn't for another week. It was so weird. I was kind of shaken that some person that I have never met before had the balls to call and ask if they can bring the sibling of the invited child to a sleepover at my house and they don't even know WHO the hell I am. It was just beyond odd, and I kept thinking someone was going to call me and tell me it was a joke. Or maybe even that grandma forgot to take her medicine. I can honestly say, that was a first for me. And I really hope the last. LOL.

Forward, Backward, Time Change Stinks

This whole "falling back" thing stinks. Kids don't know the clock says "SLEEP LONGER", they only know their body is ready to get up, because that's what they've been doing for the last 7 or 8 months. It sucks. Royally. I have to admit though, they were REALLLLLLLLY tired today, and getting up at what we thought was 6:30(which was really 5:30 with the stupid time change) made them ready for a nap at 10:30(the real time, because by that point I HAD set the clocks back) and I got to join them in a much needed nap. Why did I need a nap? Well, besides the obvious "I have seven kids and that's enough to wear anyone out", last night my husband and I had a few drinks to celebrate his upcoming birthday, and then we stayed up playing on the Wii and laughing until nearly 1:30 am. Then, when it came time for us to go to bed, #7 started crying and did not want to sleep. So Mommy got the job of taking care of her, because Mommy accidentally head butted Daddy and broke his nose. In order to self medicate, Daddy drank waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more adult beverage than was neceessary, and could barely make it up the stairs to the bedroom. I figured it was probably best to let him sleep. So, I got baby duty(not to be confused with baby DOOTY), which meant bringing her to bed with me, and sleeping with a midget sized wrestler. I swear that's what it feels like, especially when the little sleep I do get means I wake up with bruises or sore areas on my body that I figure had to be created by this small person who is wedged in between Mommy and Daddy pressing each of us to the furthest opposite edge of the bed. And then when aforementioned kids decided butt-crack-of-dawn was a good time to get up, I was dragging.
So now, back to that nap that I got, well I sort of forgot to set my alarm to wake me up, and #4 had a soccer game we had to leave by 12:30pm for. I fell asleep HARD with the 3 youngest kiddos, and something startled me awake at 12:15. My husband was out in his workshop working with #2, #1 was at work, #3 & #4 were outside playing, and no one realized WE HAD TO LEAVE IN 15 MINUTES except me. I hadn't showered, made anyone lunch, and most kids were in some form on not-suitable-for-outside-our-home attire, so my husband rushed to get himself ready, as did I, and we got everyone else ready and out the door only 10 minutes late. Whew. Luckily for us, we have started a new "we will leave way before we really have to leave because it takes us 15 minutes longer than that to get loaded" rule. It's been keeping us on time quite a bit! :) And my husband saved the day by deciding we should celebrate #2s birthday today(his actual birthday is Wednesday) by going out to eat after the soccer game. It worked out great. And I realized how awesome my husband really is because even after I broke his nose, he saved my tired self from having to cook dinner. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to go to bed at 9:30(which would have been 10:30) and HOPEFULLY get some sleep. I hear no little people(other than #2 and his buddy who is staying the night) to keep me from reaching my dreams. I probably just jinxed myself.