with its head cut off. This week has been absolutely horrendous. And it’s not over yet. In addition to all the usual end-of-the-schoolyear stuff (if you have a teacher in your family you’ll know what I mean), some web design stuff, some family drama, and some major frustrations in the “inability to schedule a pedicure at the same time as my sister” department, we are getting ready for a wedding this weekend.
My husband’s cousin is getting married, fortunately here in town, and Lena is going to be a flower girl. Oh, what thrilling excitement!
Less thrilling for me is the prospect of getting Joey to wear something passable. We will have to go shopping this afternoon (what a way to start off summer vacation, huh?) for, jeez, just one pair of khakis and a shirt with a collar — for him, the equivalent of a tux. I am so dreading this. And worst of all, I feel for him completely. I too feel dorky and uncomfortable when I’m dressed up.
There’s an added dimension to this wedding, however. My old boss, whom I haven’t seen in more than a decade, will be at the rehearsal tonight and the wedding tomorrow. I wish I could describe this, uh, social situation in more detail but frankly I’m still a little freaked out about the comment I got from the guy at the library when I wrote about The Historian, and word has it Mr. Long read what I wrote about him: lack of anonymity bites me in the butt! So I will leave it to your imagination except to say that if my kids aren’t the best-looking and most perfectly-behaved people in the room I will . . . I will . . . aaack!
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Oh cripes we are headless over here too. No wedding to attend but two family birthdays and two dads that need celebrating and who unfortunately have different ideas of what would be an ideal way to celebrate. I even turned down a super easy editing job that would have paid $1000 for a day or two of work because I feel so nutso that editing anything with the hope that it would make more sense is such a joke at this moment. Maybe I’ll see you at the pool next week and we can compare our headlessness…or hopefully by then, our starfish-like ability to regenerate the lost head!
I feel your pain. Last month, we had the same thing, although we had to drive a few hours to get there. Getting my 13-year old to wear a dress is impossible.
I hope you make it through the weekend with your sanity. Good luck!
Perhaps a visit to a thrift shop is in order? No point on spending big bucks on a pair of pants he’ll outgrow in a couple of months anyway. I hope for his sake that his school does not adopt uniforms!