Exhausted. Is. Not. The. Word.
My goodness being a hostess of a party is tiring work.
The church service was lovely. Vicar was lovely. Not too preachy. He was super good with ds and with the kids in our party. Service went without a hitch. Ds dh and me in front pew. Then god parents. Then my mum dad and sister on the other front one. Next back fil and gf and then mil.
Mil took podium position near the font with dh. Vicar asked her to “move along dear - there’s a love” (if I hadn’t been in church holding ds I’d have pissed my pants but y’know, church...)
I (for once) felt very comfortable in church. So we may go again.
The reception was lovely. No fuss that I was involved in. I avoided mil. She tried to give ds cake. But I said no. She drank a lot. She told everyone she’d paid for the food and was paying for the bubbly. The pub lady took her to her word. And said that if that was the case could she settle the bill. So £100 prosecco charged to mils card. I made a huge fuss of her and thanked her publicly for the bubbly. She was seething. And has asked me to reimburse her. I said no. Because ddad was going to pay for the bubbly but she took the decision herself. I suggested she ask ddad. Which she won’t. She’s got front but not enough to ask my 6’5 rugby player build dad to reimburse her.
I had three wines and two proseccos. Loads of food and some cake. So am feeling tipsyfull.
£450 at the pub on the food. £27 bar. And around £180 loyalty points. Yay!!! Pub lady had my card hooked up when mil paid for the prosecco....!!!!
Home. Cheese toasties. Tea. Water. And christening present opening. People have been so generous. Ds has been given some beautiful gifts (books, lovely toys, and a lot of money - that kids going to have more money in his account than me on Tuesday when I pay it in....).
All in all. Lovely lovely day