If you’re here to read the post about whether or not I rinse my dishes before I put them in the dishwasher, I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed. I’d so much rather bore y’all to tears with mundane tidbits about my weekend, rather than the state of my dishes as they go in the dishwasher but, for the record, my dishes must be rinsed and rinsed well before they see the inside of the dishwasher. I may not make my bed everyday, but I have standards, people. Standards.
On Friday night, we attended my cousin’s wedding, and when I say we, what I mean is Caroline and I attended a wedding. P pretty much gets a free pass on such obligations because I am a great wife. I won’t even bring up the fact that I felt obligated to attend a geographical Easter egg hunt nightmare with his relatives, even though he wasn’t able to be there. I am just that unselfish. Sometimes.
Not to mention, if I hadn’t attended the Easter egg hunt, I still wouldn’t know that sturgeon breed off the coast of Russia or wherever.
Anyway. Family wedding.
Caroline completely cooperated with my master plan which is, in and of itself, a miracle of divine proportions. We spent Friday morning at the pool and maybe it was because I made her swim the 400 meter freestyle, but she actually came home and took a nap. I was thrilled that she would be ready to stay up late for the wedding festivities, but completely underestimated that she is her daddy’s girl and turns into a pumpkin around 10:00 p.m. no matter how much sleep she’s had.
How did I end up with these people? These cheerful early to bed, early to rise kind of people? It’s just not right.
In my ideal universe, otherwise known as college, I would stay up until 2 a.m. and sleep until noon. I love those hours, but when you live with people who like to start the day off with a bang at 6:30 a.m., staying up until 2 a.m. is just self-imposed torture. But sometimes, I still do it, because it’s really pleasant to spend an entire day feeling like you could nod off at any given time only to be brought back to consciousness by a 3 year old yelling, “PAUSE THE T.V., MAMA! I HAVE TO GO POTTY!”
I brought a purse full of Lifesavers to the wedding so I could continuously dole out candy coated bribes throughout the ceremony. They worked like a charm, especially because the minister was blessed with the gift of brevity and the whole thing only lasted about 10 minutes. I kid you not. And my favorite part was when he started the ceremony by saying, “We are gathered here to celebrate the marriage of D and C. These two love each other quite a bit.”
Quite a bit.
Those words don’t seem to accurately convey what two people should feel on their wedding day. It’s more of a phrase I’d use to describe paying my utility bill, such as, we had to pay QUITE A BIT to the utility company this month due to the fact that I have to sleep in a room that is 68 degrees every night because sleeping with 182 pillows makes a person hot.
Or, do you like cheesecake? Oh yes, quite a bit.
So, after the ceremony where the couple declared quite a bit of love for each other, we moved into the reception area. The only problem was the pictures took forever, which means it was forever before we finally ate and an additional week of forevers before they cut the cake. Caroline was beyond exhausted at this point, but she was not leaving the reception without a piece of cake. It honestly got to the point where I wondered if anyone would notice if I just took my dinner knife and sliced off a little piece off the back of the bride’s cake. My thought is if a cake isn’t cut 3 hours into all the wedding festivities, she only has herself to blame.
That’s Caroline waiting on cake. I think her face says it all.
Finally, the music started playing, so to distract Caroline and her white frosting obsession, I got her out on the dance floor. I asked her if she wanted to dance with Bops and she told me she wanted to dance with the beautiful bride, and the bride was sweet enough to dance with her for a few minutes. Shortly after that dance, the bride made her way over to the cake and cut it. I have more than a small suspicion that Caroline might have told that bride to hurry up and cut the cake.
Then, Saturday morning, we went and swam over at Mimi and Bop’s house because really, two trips to the neighborhood pool everyday for the last week just isn’t enough. It was she and Bop’s first morning swim of the summer and thankfully, the sun was out so it wasn’t too cold. Bops must be living right.
After the morning swim, we went home and she took another nap. I can’t tell you the last time she actually slept during naptime 2 days in a row, but I’m pretty sure Nixon was in office. I actually got to read a book and do some laundry completely uninterrupted.
Saturday evening, we had yet another big social event. A birthday party for one of Caroline’s best girl friends. But seriously, this was a hit with all of us. P got to hang out and talk about deer proof fences, I got to catch up with all my friends and Caroline, not only got to jump in a unicorn bounce house, but also got to meet Barbie, who gave her tattoos on her cheek and both hands.
Not real tattoos, mind you. We’re saving that for her 16th birthday.
The funny thing was none of the kids seemed to notice that Barbie had braces and, under the blonde wig, looked suspiciously like their 16 year old babysitter. I guess they were too in awe of the silver lame mini dress she was wearing, and really, who can blame them?
The best part was Gulley and I had no idea that Barbie was going to make an appearance, and as we sat and visited, we caught a glimpse of blonde hair and silver lame and both thought some Mama was way overdressed for the party.
So, there y’all have it. More than you ever cared to know about our weekend.
I have to say, we enjoyed ourselves quite a bit.