Crazy Weekend

On Saturday, I went to my soon-to-be sister-in-law’s shower, and then hurried home for my BabyCrazy/Barefoot Books Open House.  My husband (did I mention how wonderful he is?) spent the morning cleaning and watching Little Guy.  After the Open House, he went to the bachelor party.  It’s a bit weird, because it’s my brother-in-law’s second marriage (the last one ended in under 6 months) in about two years, so we’ve sort of just been through this.  We’re all trying to be supportive, but the whole thing is a bit weird.  Anyway, they just announced their engagment MAYBE two months ago (and, no, she’s not pregnant), so we’ve been in this little whirlwind of wedding prep.  The wedding is next weekend and I’ll be glad when it has come and gone.

I don’t mean to be so negative, but Big Guy and I are just sick and tired of weddings.  We were invited to 6 this year… 3 of them were destination weddings (and another wasn’t technically a destination wedding, but was in another country), 2 of them were relatively short engagements, 2 of them involve inconvenient destinations locally.  Strangely enough, Little Guy was invited to all of them.  He’ll have been to 3 weddings before he hits his first birthday (and invited to 6!).  I’ve been to a lot of weddings.  A LOT.  More than 25.  And this has been the most inconvenient bunch I have ever seen.   We’re both just wishing for a wedding where the couple has been engaged long enough that we’re not trying to squeeze everything in, the wedding itself is within an hour’s drive, the reception is within 20 minutes of the wedding and begins shortly after the ceremony ends, and nothing else weird is going on.  Just easy.  Our wedding was easy – you went to the site, sat through the ceremony, and went inside for the reception.  The one flaw is that it was on a Sunday, but it started at 3 and was over by 9.  Of course, if you ask my mother, it was out in the middle of nowhere.  It was about 45 minutes from their house… the reception site she wanted was also at least 45 minutes from their house, but in the opposite direction from all of Big Guy’s family and all of our friends.  Ah, mothers. =}

I realize I’m babbling a bit.  I have a cold, or allergies, or something, and am in a bit of a fog, so I appreciate you being gentle with your comments. =}