It was my brothers wedding. A hat’s on kind of affair. A doll yourself up sort of do. Something I’ve not done since being the proud owner of two offspring. My getting ready routine has come a long way…..
7:08am Awake and up for the day. The Toddler has been raring to go since around 6:02 but the baby has finally opened those bleary eyes after being up through the night.
7:21am Toy Story 3 is blaring and we start scrambling round…. for the teapot
8:09am Ironing of outfits commences by my wonderful husband. Breakfast dished out and baby starts to grizzle.
8:40am And so begins the sleep battle.
9:05am Sleep battle disrupted and baby left to own devices on bathroom floor as leg shaving takes over. Leg shaving peppered with questions from an inquisitive toddler standing on the sidelines
What you doing?
Can I shave my legs?
Razors are sharp
Where are the hairs?
Grateful when Grandma ushers him downstairs. Husband being the healthy fitness one sneaks off for a 30 minute run which will help him eat what he wants guilt free today. I consider doing the same.
9:18am Dismiss any idea of going for a run as stupid and give the not sleeping baby to Grandma so I can jump in the shower
9:32am Collect, now crying, still not sleeping baby from Grandma while still dripping wet. Attempt to give him boob. All offers refused. Start to dry my hair.
9:40am Baby cooing on the bed to sound of hairdryer
9:51am Baby crying. Hair partially dry so dive across bed and feed to sleep finally
10:01am Perform stealth roll off the bed to continue with preening and packing…. fail at keeping the baby asleep and dive back on the bed to continue feeding.
10:17am Second stealth roll performed successfully, round up make up and clothes for me plus the boys.
10:32am After shoving everything in the bag apply foundation to face to try and cover up the under eye bags and massive coldsore which requires its own invite to the wedding.
10:45am Round up all pieces of wedding paraphernalia into overnight bag. Feel like your missing something important.
10:58am Ignore sense that you’ve forgotten something, applying a hope for the best attitude, ask the husband to load the car up.
11:11am Car loaded. Children strapped in. Hair mostly dry but a bit Worzel Gummidge like. Foundation on. Cold sore still attempting to take over face.
11 minutes over schedule
11:48am Toddler falls asleep with ten minutes to go to venue.
11:58am Husband unloads car throwing you your make up so you can continue getting ready next to the asleep toddler in the car seat. Fob baby off on Grandma.
12:02pm Groom and best man knock on the window. Poke yourself in the eye with make up brush but given that its your brother jump out the car with the start of one eye made up and indulge in conversation.
12:15pm After exclamations that the last time you saw the best man he had pink hair realise you still have to get ready.
Steel yourself and wake Toddler
Now husband has unloaded car you’re safe to make the way to your room.
12:20pm Enjoy a blissful 20 minutes of frantic hair straightening while children are entertained by others.
12:45pm Allow the Toddler to tickle your face with blusher brush. Regret ever starting this game.
12:50pm Slap on rest of slap double quick. Moan to husband about cold sore once more.
1:05pm Start wrestling boys into outfits.
1:29pm Win battle. While dressed in bra and pants. Spray extra deodorant as me and hubby high five ourselves at a job well done.
1:40pm Throw our clothes on. Add squirt of perfume. Head out to mingle pre-wedding and have that all important family picture…..
2:00pm Watch little brother get married….Facebook, see you there!