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.
Oh, crap…nylons.
*wanders off to find The List*
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Enjoy the wedding.
Any possibility you can email the teacher if your dh doesn’t bring home the answers? Just keep telling yourself it could be worse. TK could be going to France.
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Sadly, I caved and went to the meeting. (Where I found out they’re going to Quebec City, not Montreal.)
I just needed a face, at least, for the woman absconding with child. And we watched a video from the tour company that hosts the school groups. (Which was good. In my imagination they were just going to run amok. They’ll still be running amok, but in the company of parent chaperones AND the tour company.)
My stepmom is also my very best friend and knows me well, so she not only understood, but encouraged me to go. And she filled me in on what I missed after. I’m going to stand up, light a candle, then sit back down.
And I’m honestly not sure I could let him go to France. It would probably kill me. (Thankfully, they know the current financial state of the majority of people precludes that kind of trip.) It’s going to cost us, with some pocket money, about $500 for a 3-day trip, which isn’t really bad. That includes breakfast and supper, too.
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This sounds like a wonderful trip for TK! And a chance to broaden his horizons, plus it’ll be great for his college application. And not a bad cost at all. And I’m sure it gave you some peace of mind to go to the info meeting last night, so now you can relax.