Distracted
Wed., November 8, 01:23 PM
I am so distracted. I'm not sure I can do anything about it. I get ideas for some serious posts, but I keep going off on tangents. Maybe if I talk about it a little.
When my children were six, eight, and nine, they were junior attendants in a wedding, in which I was the matron of honor. Not many brides are worth that kind of stress; this one was. I swore I would never do it again.
Well, the kids are adults now, right? And Ms. P. is well worth it. I am nevertheless in "mother mode": what are you going to wear, have you practiced your reading, have you packed your...? In the meantime, of course, I have another "child," who has informed us that he will shower at the hotel and he does not need to shower more than once a week. (This will be interesting, as there probably will not be an invalid's bath seat in the hotel.) On second thought, he will shower today. U.D. has been assisting him, and she will help him today if he needs it, but he's already making plans on how to get out of another one...
I have packed outfits for the rehearsal, for the wedding, for the after-wedding breakfast. Have I packed enough underwear for everyone? I packed my shoes...
Did I tell you about the shoes? I was thinking about gold sandals would go with my gown as well as accommodate my old bent feet. In a giant shoe store, with literally thousands of dress shoes, there was not one suitable pair. Their definition of an evening shoe seems to be four-inch heels; I was thinking in terms of maybe an inch and a half. Nothing!
I looked at a catalog that has provided me with successful footwear for several years. Yep, I found a pair of gold sandals, inch-and-a-half heels. I continued to look and found a pair of strappy shoes (I hate that term) in what they called multi-metallic. Gold, bronze and copper. They are perfect. That turned out to be easy.
A purse. I need something small to carry tissues -- which I know I shall need -- this is my son were talking about -- as well as a pair of glasses and, I think, my hotel room key. I found a cute little gold wrist purse on line, but I never bookmarked the page and, despite trying, I never found it again. I couldn't find anything even vaguely similar. I looked at wallets and phone cases -- anything. I would settle for black. In Target I saw what was called a club purse. Oh, this new vocabulary is gonna kill me. Fine, I shall choose a black club purse. I walked away, and when I tried to find my way back, I discovered a beaded purse that is the same color as my gown. Unbelievable!
Jewelry was simple -- we're going gold and diamonds, which I already have. Makeup was comparatively simple. (If you read my earlier post about it, you know that I refused to pay $100 just to paint my face. I did buy suitable makeup, for considerably less than $100, and as promised, I gave the difference to charity.)
U.D. and I got pedicures (subdued polish, so as not to compete with the shoes or gown). I've always done my own manicures, but my fingernails are a mess just now, breaking constantly, so I needed a manicure too. I have polish that goes with the outfit(s).
I had to buy a new pair of slacks for the rehearsal. It's nice to have lost weight, but now I'm in the other "coverage gap." The smallest of the plus sizes is still too big, but the largest of the regular sizes is too small... I found some so-called petites that I can adjust.
I counted out all our medications for the weekend, with adjustments for Husband when he's traveling. I packed some instant oatmeal in case the hotel room is equipped for such things. Otherwise I shall have to go find him something and bring it back or call room service, I guess -- since he will not be able to get dressed and go out before all places stop serving breakfast. As I said, I have just exchanged three small children for one big one.
I asked Husband if he had dress socks. Oh, sure. He brought me four socks that don't match. I did find a pair of new socks in his drawer. I asked him he knows where his wedding ring is. (He says he does.) And then he decided that he needs a new battery for his watch. I don't know why; he never wears a watch 'cause he's home all the time, and he never even looks at the clocks. (U.D. went to the jeweler's for him; he's mad because they charged him all of $5.) He did behave at the barber's. I should be grateful for small favors.
Meanwhile, I am trying to do the daily household chores. If U.D. weren't cooking, Husband would have to be content with something out of a can or the freezer, because I cannot concentrate. Someone has to do laundry, carry out trash and recycling, make sure we have paper supplies. (And make sure he doesn't hide them away, "just in case." No assistance from him at all; he's concentrating only on his own needs.)
Stress? I took a little nap the other day, and U.D. had trouble waking me up for supper. What's today, Wednesday? I have to pack for tomorrow morning. I'll see you when I get back.
