Well, we survived our weekend of wedding festivities.
Wednesday night we did the rehearsal, the kids were great, Brad was a tool. Lets just say that the day of the rehearsal isn't the best day to confess that you feel like your mom is jumping ship and you really don't think she's getting married for the right reasons. Nor is it a good idea to consume large amounts of alcohol, especially in light of the sudden mommy issues. Luckily Brad limited his ranting and boo-hooing to myself and his brother. I just told his mom that he was celebrating, she bought it, all was well.
Thursday was decoration day. Easy and fun morning of girly stuff. Airport pick-ups, lots of small talk with people I hardly know, but they were all adults so I'll take it. And a big family dinner, painful, but it wasn't optional, so we sucked it up and had a decent time. Brad was back to his usual self, ie. sober.
The came Friday, wedding day. Brad golfed in the morning with all the men in the wedding party. I got fucked over with 1000 things to do and two tired kids to drag along, all before noon.
Where should I start... how about Cade's shoes. Brad took Cade to try on his tux on Wednesday, said everything fit great, well, the idiot didn't bother to try the shoes on. To clarify, Brad is the idiot, not Caden. Luckily, on Friday morning, after many requests from Cade to wear his shiny shoes I gave in (just so he would shut up about the GD shoes). The freakin shoes were TWO sizes too small. Lets just say that it was a good thing that Brad was on the golf course or he would have been walking his mom down the isle with a shiny size 11 rental shoe shoved up his ass. The rental place couldn't find shoes, so off we went to buy dress shoes. 4 stops later we found a pair. At least they were on sale.
Our weather made a sudden change overnight so I also picked up a cute little fluffy white sweater for Zoe... so cute. Except the woman at the store forgot to put it in the bag. Of course I didn't realize this till 10 minutes before we were out the door. Good thing the kid is a clothes horse.
So I packed every ones overnight bags, wedding clothes, hair and make-up stuff, got Cade ready so he would just have to get dressed at Nana's house, I got dressed, woke Zoe up from her much needed mini-nap and we got the hell out of dodge. Kids are in the car, buckled in their seats, and Cade reminds me to grab Zoe's blanket. I run up the stairs and the (pardon my language) mother fucking cat attacks my leg. HUGE hole in stockings and a massive run all the way up the side of my dress. I almost flipped out. Good thing the cat was fast or he would have been sporting the other shiny shoe. I stripped off my brand new dress and changed into the only dressy outfit I could find. It looked find, and even if it didn't, I was officially out of time.
Finally en route, kids are excited, my blood pressure is returning to normal and Zoe starts to freak out. I turn around and she has gum everywhere. Hands, car seat, face and of course her hair. We're on the freeway so all I can do is yell at her to stop pulling at it. At that moment Brad phoned and I started to cry.
At Nana's Zoe went straight into the sink (the bathrooms were occupied) and good old uncle Mike took over getting Cade ready. The kids were ready in time and absolutely perfect. And adorable. I can't wait for the pictures.
Cade and Zoe were great all day, even through my shiteous morning. They were great in the limo, they were great at the golf course, they were great walking down the isle. Zoe started screaming, "It's a plane, look at the plane! Nana, I said look at the plane!" during the vows, but it was cute and she shut up as soon as the brides-maid asked her to. Cade lost Nana's wedding band from his little pillow about 10 minutes before they walked down the isle, but we found it right away and Nana never had any idea it happened.
The food was great and there was an open bar... all was right in the world. Nana Jane looked beautiful, Gavin got weepy during his vows. We got the photographer to get a few pictures of Brad and I with the kids. The day was perfect. Well, the the morning sucked, but the rest of the day was perfect. And it's over. Till next year when Brad's day gets re-married.
**Pictures are Zoe with the Justice of the Peace and Cade with Gavin and Larry, the best man.
