NOT wearing beige

I’ve cleaned the bathrooms, mopped the floors, vacuumed the rugs and baked cookies.

My husband thinks I might be going into labor.

My daughter wants to know if we have company coming over that no one told her about.

Neither is the case.

The truth is that my son is getting married, and as Mother of the Groom, I don’t have to do anything. Which is a problem for me, since I have all this adrenalin pumping in joyful excitement. I’m not very good at just sitting back and letting someone else do all the planning and preparation, but as the MOG, that’s my job. I keep thinking of what my friend Katy told me when her sons got married: the Mother of the Groom is expected to show up, shut up, and wear beige.

Okay, I can do that.

Except for the beige thing. I look awful in beige. I tried it and I just couldn’t stand it. I looked about a thousand years old and anemic. And that was in good lighting. I’m going with navy.

And I probably won’t shut up at the wedding either. If my daughters’ weddings were any indication, I was sobbing by the time they exchanged vows with their new spouses. My mascara was running down my cheeks. I’m bringing myself a gag this time and skipping the eye makeup altogether.

I will, however, definitely show up. I wouldn’t miss my son’s wedding for anything.

Let me just finish a few things first, like emptying the dishwasher, polishing the silver, taking out the trash, washing the car…