Day-after
I was sitting in bed with my laptop, thinking random thoughts, when it hit me: this was my last mother's day with either of my children living in the house. AND... by father's day, there will be no children living in the house.
Weird.
Not bad tho. Life goes on, and the kids get to have their own lives. I think by the time I moved out my mom was ecstatic...and I was only 21! But I totally understood; I can be quite wearing at times. Or I could back then, when every single thing that happened in my life needed to be communicated verbally. (Yeah, you get the picture. I never knew when to shut up.)
Mother's Day was lovely. It started on Saturday, with dinner at a classy but not stuffy Italian restaurant. Sunday roberlyn and natchieu_mctit came over to play. I used my fabulous mom's day gifts of gardening accoutrements and planted snapdragons and coleus. Natchieu_mctit helped hubby immensely by digging out a tremendous knot of roots so new vegetation could be planted. We brought in Chinese food for dinner, thereby finishing off the day without having to cook, and I watched (sniff) the last ever episode of West Wing. gambitt came home from day three of work in time to have dinner with us, and so it was a complete Mother's Day.
And now it's Monday... Next week at this time, I will be getting dressed to go down to breakfast with our overnight guests at the hotel. I will officially have a son-in-law; my daughter will be a married woman. And all the hysteria that is sure to ensue this week will have ended.
To do this week:
pick up programs
finish seating plan
make out seating cards
finalize babysitter for princess
confirm nail appts for ten people
fill, and put names on, hospitality bags
beg, plead, bribe hotel staff for early check-in
pick up father-of-the-bride's tuxedo and make sure it fits
type up directions to rehearsal dinner and put in appropriate bags
Decide where to put last four people if they do rsvp, or what to do to them if they don't.
Ok, only kidding on that last one. I was getting carried away.
The photographer has been paid in full. Also, the florist. And the band. Outfits are paid for.
Still to shell out: the rabbi and the Doral/Marriott/whatever it is today. So far, so good.
Weddings are fun. When this one is over, I'm going to need a new hobby.
Weird.
Not bad tho. Life goes on, and the kids get to have their own lives. I think by the time I moved out my mom was ecstatic...and I was only 21! But I totally understood; I can be quite wearing at times. Or I could back then, when every single thing that happened in my life needed to be communicated verbally. (Yeah, you get the picture. I never knew when to shut up.)
Mother's Day was lovely. It started on Saturday, with dinner at a classy but not stuffy Italian restaurant. Sunday roberlyn and natchieu_mctit came over to play. I used my fabulous mom's day gifts of gardening accoutrements and planted snapdragons and coleus. Natchieu_mctit helped hubby immensely by digging out a tremendous knot of roots so new vegetation could be planted. We brought in Chinese food for dinner, thereby finishing off the day without having to cook, and I watched (sniff) the last ever episode of West Wing. gambitt came home from day three of work in time to have dinner with us, and so it was a complete Mother's Day.
And now it's Monday... Next week at this time, I will be getting dressed to go down to breakfast with our overnight guests at the hotel. I will officially have a son-in-law; my daughter will be a married woman. And all the hysteria that is sure to ensue this week will have ended.
To do this week:
pick up programs
finish seating plan
make out seating cards
finalize babysitter for princess
confirm nail appts for ten people
fill, and put names on, hospitality bags
beg, plead, bribe hotel staff for early check-in
pick up father-of-the-bride's tuxedo and make sure it fits
type up directions to rehearsal dinner and put in appropriate bags
Decide where to put last four people if they do rsvp, or what to do to them if they don't.
Ok, only kidding on that last one. I was getting carried away.
The photographer has been paid in full. Also, the florist. And the band. Outfits are paid for.
Still to shell out: the rabbi and the Doral/Marriott/whatever it is today. So far, so good.
Weddings are fun. When this one is over, I'm going to need a new hobby.