- 12 years ago
- Wedding: May 2010
Let me preface this by saying I *heart* kids. All shapes and sizes. Honestly! In high school I wanted 10 of them (wtf was I thinking?!).
That being said, due to logistics and space constraints, there are no kiddos to be invited to our wedding. i was sad, but I like to think of myself as a logical and practical person, and hadn’t given it a second thought… Wellllll… two things have happened.
One. Our invitations went out this week, and while all of them were addressed to Mr. and Mrs. John and Jane Doe, none of them said “and family” or “and children” or “and anything”. Whomever is invited was listed. Yet several phone calls from several guests later “so is there somewhere I can nurse?” slash other questions of this venue. Awkward to say “actuallllllly we were hoping to not have crying babies so no, there is no nursing room/playroom/whatever”. I’ve offered babysitters for our out of town-ers all of whom have responded that they wouldn’t feel comfortable with someone they’ve never met before watching their kids. Something I totalllllllly get. This isn’t a question so much as a venting of being in an awkward position. Which leads me to….
Two. My grandmother wants to throw me a wedding shower in her city, which is about three hours from mine, but near all of my extended family and my FI’s family. Great, good. Except.. she wants to make it a lingerie shower. Okkk.. I’ll take it. Fiance will appreciate it 🙂 But given the *ahem*.. adult nature of the shower she wants to have no children. Which, it’s being hosted at her house, totally not baby-proofed, and her prerogative. But see where I’m going with this? How do I tell three out of the five guests in my generation to once again please leave their kids at home… She wants ME to call them and tell them that. Yeah awkward. I was hoping maybe for a quick phrasing to put on the invitations she’s sending out.. Quick details – it’s a lunch brunch with mimosas on a Saturday. My sister-in-law, the only one to F-L-I-P out on us for no kids at wedding (everyone’s been gracious, awkward but totally gracious and if they think I’m the bad guy have had the sense to not let me know it) is going to think I hate her kids.
Postscript: As I said in the beginning. I heart kids. Somehow since it’s “my” wedding (not “ours”, but that’s a rant for another day) I’m the fall guy for others’ decisions.. Boooooooo 🙂