I'm So Tired

This past week just feels like it has been non-stop. Factory project on Monday, teaching on Tuesday, mommy-job (ballet class, etc) on Wednesday, back to the Factory on Thursday and Friday, and then a wedding yesterday. Today, being Sunday, we should be headed to church, but we may not make it -- I just feel sore and tired.

I was feeling pretty good when I arrived at the factory on Friday morning -- of the 12 ceramic pieces I have promised, I had 9 finished and had three in progress, and knew that one day of work would see those three done. Then it was brought to my attention that one finished and bone dry piece had cracked. Not a little crack, but a crack almost 12 inches long with a gap 1/2 inch wide. I removed the cracked segment, and tried to re-wet the clay to get the base ready to add more clay, and the base cracked. Apart. Grr. So rather than being perfectly on schedule, I am one piece short, and will have one piece off schedule. If I can even make anything with the darn clay. I know my strengths in working with clay, and I tend to overbuild a bit from habit, but this clay is killing me.

Wedded Bliss

The Man was in a wedding yesterday, and though I think J&L are the cutest couple and so very happy in love, and all that ...

this was the worst organized wedding I can recall ever attending. It was painful. It was an object lesson in Why People Need Wedding Planners.

1. As one of the groomsmen, the Man never recieved an invitation. Never. We didn't know where the wedding was until Wednesday (thats right, 3 days before the wedding). We didn't know where the reception was until after the wedding ceremony.
2. When we dropped off the Man for pics (it seemed wisest to let him do the pre-ceremony pics while Arabella and I went to McDonalds for lunch and play) the GROOM told me the wedding would start at 2:30. We arrived back at 2:29, with me very proud of myself for arriving just in time. To find that the service had started at 2! We arrived in the middle of the homily, apparently the gospel according to the Velveteen Rabbit. It must be part of the apocrypha, since I missed that in my reading of the bible, but it has been a long time.
3. This is just me, but I was surprised at the number of bare shoulders that I saw in a Catholic church. Not including the bride and 4 bridesmaids (strapless!) I saw at least 5 women (all on the brides, Catholic, side of the aisle) with spaghetti straps or halter dresses.
4. Photos before, photos after, probably about 2 hours worth of photos. And I thought the Catholic Mass wedding was interminable. No photos at the reception.
5. The direction to the hall were a bit off, but we found it without any wrong turns.
6. Since there was about an hour of photos before the wedding party got to the hall, and then close to an hour between arriving and the meal service, I was surprised there wasn't a guest uprising.
7. The worst dj EVER. I thought the dj at my first wedding was awful, but this guy was unbelieveable. Was he new? On drugs? Good old-fashioned stupid? After being told the wedding party was not ready to be announced, the bride was having her dress bustled, he promptly announced them, leading to much confusion as everyone was cheering ... an empty doorway. He played nothing but country music for 90 minutes, and then introduced some dance themes by jumping into the Humpty Dance. Which he played again 10 minutes later. And played the start of about 4 songs before settling on the Humpty Dance. Again.
8. The guests mostly cleared out after cake, which is not unusual, but that cake was at about 6 seemed pushing it. The gap between each event was so interminable to seem like an eternity.
9. The champagne was only brought out, in bitty little cups, AS the best man was standing up to give the toast. Most guests, eager to get the cake thing over and out of the way, didn't touch the champagne, since it was obvious the caterers would take about an hour to get it handed out at that point.

I found myself seated with the family whose little 10-month girl is named Arabella, and the mom and I realted we each had Harry Potter in our respective car trunks, and had only by force of will and propriety forgone bringing the book with us into the reception.

Then the rest of the groomsmen headed off to fetch the grooms car for "wedding detailing" (the Man thankfully stayed, since I think he knew he would be finding his own way home if he left me there for longer than 2 minutes) and when I announced (at 7pm) that A and I were done, and it was time for us to go, there was much declaiming that he must not miss the bouquet and garter tossing. He begged off as being MARRIED. I think most of these guys forget he is older than the rest of them, and has a life beyond himself. We got home at 7:45. The bride and groom were so cute and so lovely, that was the best part.