So besides my having a shiny new book release this week, my stepmom is also marrying her Prince Charming tomorrow evening.
This is a wonderful, joyous event and I anticipate happy tears and awwwww sighs. I just have to get there first. This leads to…
The desperate hunt for my iron. I found it, but I have yet to muster the ambition to actually use it.
Where is my make-up? I know I used it in June, when my husband’s goddaughter got married. It can’t have gone far.
Shoes. I have one shoe. I have no idea where the other shoe is. Since they have a heel, I imagine I must have taken them off at the same time and in the same place, or else I would have walked around lopsided.
Reminding the Tall Kid he needs to figure out what he’s wearing somehow led to four loads of dirty laundry appearing like bad magic in my kitchen.
Of course the Short Kid wants to look nice for the rehearsal this evening, so today he’s wearing what he’s going to wear tomorrow night and I’ve been told I’ll need to launder it first thing tomorrow morning.
I must also draft the epic list of questions I’ll be giving my husband later today. TK’s French teacher is taking them to Montreal in March and the information meeting is at the same time as the rehearsal. Since I don’t want to be the one who screws up the candle ceremony (especially since I’ll be wrangling the Wee Baby Sister and her candle, too) the Short Kid and I will go to the rehearsal while Mr S takes TK to the OMG, YOU’RE TAKING MY BABY OUT OF THE COUNTRY??? meeting.
There’s a possibility I might have a few small—tiny, really—issues with control. (I’ll just pause here so the people who know me well can recover from their laughing fits.) Not being able to pin Madame R under my thumb and demand to know Every. Single. Last. Detail. of this trip is killing me.
But…I will arm my husband with a list of questions and sweetly whisper in his ear the horrible, horrible things that will happen to him if he doesn’t come back with answers.
*wanders off to find The List*