So here it is, this weekend we have a very important family affair. This means we need a ‘dry run’, I am a huge fan of the dry run but it seems my eagerness is never met with the same enthusiasm from my husband, the kids on the other hand are so very happy to oblige.
What is a dry run you ask? Well the definition from wikipedia is “A testing process where the effects of a possible failure are intentionally mitigated” In our case it is a wardrobe dry run, a dress rehearsal if you like, to make sure everything fits, is clean (stain free) and ironed or pressed. Overkill you think? Not really, see I am the one who needs to deal with the hysterics when something goes wrong on game day, and if there are three people yelling and crying at me 5 minutes before we are due to leave it spells disaster.
So the kids and I have had our dry run, clothes are laid out with shoes, socks, underwear, head-wear and any jewellery that my daughter has fought with me to wear (see 4 posts back). Husband however, does not see the need to indulge in my OCD behaviour and has met all my requests with “Its a brand new suit, the shirt has just come back from the dry cleaners and the shoes i just tried on” Which I then respond with “Please just try on the suit even if it is without a shirt” so he finally caves in, knowing I will not give up until its done. Ah HUH… no need for a dry run? OCD? and yet here we are with jacket sleeves that are too short, and so a discussion ensues about the importance of my OCD OTT dry run.
Problem averted… but it would have been quite a different story on Sunday morning…