Michigan: A Mother’s Smack Down

I know there are things that I need to get accomplished, things that if I keep procrastinating on will never get done, and as I sit here at my Grandfathers my mother does what mothers do best. She tells me that there are things to be done, and then metaphorically speaking she pulls my face at a height of 5’7” down to her 5’ level and smacks me across the face, afterwards embracing me in a big hug. Now the work can begin I am officially being lead to do things by my mother and the world is now realigned.

We start with going through the program, we decide on the format, we choose the songs that will be played, we have an hour long conversation about the sand ceremony and then we move onto the event calendar, what people are doing when, and then the hall dinner and party afterwards, I am tired. Each of these things takes a lot of time, the details are hurting my brain and as I frantically look at the clock to gage how much longer I have to deal with wedding stuff I dream of a large glass of vodka in place of my sparkling water.