Too Busy!

The wedding's only a couple days away now and I feel like I've been going nonstop.  Today I spent my lunch hour (and a half) getting a mani/pedi.  Normally I get a pedicure as a relaxing treat every few months, but today, with so much to do on my list, it was hard to relax.  I don't usually get manicures at all because with all I do with my hands, the manicures don't last.  Do you find that to be true for you too?  Today they talked me into a gel manicure--it's supposed to last a lot longer.  Good thing, too, because there are still a lot of wedding decorations to work on, and I'd hate to get to Saturday and find my lovely nails didn't arrive with me.

I'm off work now for the rest of the week.  Tomorrow, Thursday, I'll be running some errands and getting a few things put together here.   Tonight I was out running errands too, including looking for shoes and something to wear to the wedding.  Of course, you may wonder why I didn't do that a long time ago, and it's kind of a long story, but the short version is that I understood this backyard/garden wedding was going to be relatively casual until I found out last weekend that several other close family members are dressing pretty formally, so I felt I needed to rethink my earlier plan.  On the day of the wedding, outdoor temperatures are expected to be around 85 degrees, and I'm not much for formal attire anyway, so my aim was to find a happy medium between formality and comfort, and I think I found it.  I'm still having trouble with shoes, though.  I have wide feet and shoes are hard to find.  People have been steering me toward Nordstroms for years, but guess what I learned tonight?  They don't really carry wide shoes anymore.  Darn!  The young man who waited on me recommended I try ordering online, but there's no time for that now, so tomorrow I'll try a couple other possible sources.  If nothing else, I can go barefoot and wear a wreath of flowers in my hair, right?  (I told a couple of my friends earlier today, at a time when I was doubtful about my chances of finding something to wear, that if I struck out, I was going to get a Bedazzler tool and Bedazzle my rear end to read "GROOM'S MOM."  Lucky for my son (and probably everyone else too), I don't think I'll need to do that.)

Yesterday I placed the order for the food for the rehersal dinner.  Have I told you about that before now?  After throwing around various rehersal dinner venues for the past several months, the "kids" finally decided they'd much prefer pizza and beer in the backyard where the wedding's taking place.  So, on the one hand, the cost will be less than it would have been had we gone out to a nice restaurant, but on the other hand, the work and preparation will be greater--and I still need to pick up sodas, other bottled beverages, ice, coolers, etc.  Lucky for me, my good friend Lisa and her husband offered to pick up the pizzas and salads and bring them to the rehersal for us; otherwise, there'd have been at least one mom whose rehersing was cut short by the need to gather food to feed the masses.

So, all in all, everything is pretty much on track, but there's still a lot of track left to cover before this train gets into the station.  And I think probably the best thing I could do at this point is take a Tylenol PM and get a good night's sleep.  I'll "see" you tomorrow . . . probably.