Chaos. Carefully orchestrated chaos.
The day began at 4 am when the hubby had to leave for Heathrow to fetch the oldest son. His flight to Houston had been cancelled the day before and it was a little hairy for a bit while he tried to get on another one. It worked out that he still managed to get his same connection to London.
At 6, I showered, dressed, cooked breakfast and then began gathering the teachers gifts that needed wrapping while I put 2nd oldest son in charge of making packed lunches for his siblings.
At 8 my doorbell began ringing. Luckily, one of the visitors was there to offer to pick up Miss Ky at 11 in case the Hubby wasn't back since I had a hair appointment at 11:30.
Husband texts that he has the kid and has left Heathrow.
By 8:45, all boys were dressed and heading to school with bags of gifts:
One for the head teacher, one for the secretary, and one each for their three teachers and EIGHT full-time class helpers. They were dressed and fed. Don't know if their faces ever had syrup cleaned off.
By 9:30, I was frantically looking for beasty child who was last seen sitting in the middle of a chair in her pajamas with a blanket and a baby singing along with Dora (while I made up the bed and tried to heat the room for oldest son). I found her in the backyard with pjs, wellies and a coat trying to ride her bike.
Husband rings to say he's getting gas in his car and oil for mine.
At 10:00 my doorbell rang again, delivery of a gift from a woman who used to be my visiting teacher and I stood outside in bare feet until I lost feeling in my toes.
10:40 the doorbell rings again. It's my friend picking up Ky--early because she said the traffic was a nightmare in town. I dress her and send her off. Rather than leave because I know the roads and parking will be heinous, I vacuum and finish cleaning up the waffle mess from earlier.
11:15. I'm an idiot. I leave for my ten-minute drive with five minutes to spare on a day when traffic is going to be so bad AND I still have to stop off somewhere to get cash since my stylist doesn't take debit.
11:35. Not only nearly on time, but nearly on time with cash in hand AND still managed to pick up our lease for editing at the Estate agent (next to my bank).
12:10 Looking hawt with my trimmed "do" I stupidly stop off at Tesco to get some Elderflower press for oldest son who hasn't had any in a year. Getting IN to the car park was a nightmare. Finding a spot wasn't so bad. Leaving was impossible. I sat in my car stuck. There were cars behind me that weren't moving. The couple next to me trying to get out, shut off their car and had lunch. I didn't move for 25 minutes. When I managed to back out of my space, it then took me another 25 minutes to creep up to the exit where I was then told to wait so they could try to maneuver a bus out of the roundabout. My children's Christingle Service was starting at 1:45 it was now 1:20 and I still had my 10 minute drive home (sans traffic).
1:35 I whip into my drive and hug Son #1 (
"Hi son I haven't seen in a year, let's go now")and we all race to the church.
1:45 The service starts and all was right with the world.
3:00 we make it home, I pack up the oldest and take him to see the new house.
3:40, we're back home and I inhale a salad,
put on my Body Shop glitter (in honor of my friend Edward) and by 4 we were off for the cinema. in the rain.
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Enter the cinema. LOVELY. I texted the hubby to tell him is was the nicest cinema I had ever been in. It was clean, the seats were high-backed and cushy and the steps were all lined with little blue lights. There was a concession trolley at the bottom which was a good idea since so many giggling teenage girls had queued up early and might need sugar.
The energy was the best. The fact that I was the oldest person in the cinema by 20 years was not. There was another adult, but he was actually with his kids. I was there to lust after a 17 year-old vampire.
The
orange adverts began. The "tv commercials" played and when the lights dimmed, a wave of anticipation rolled over giggling, wiggling teens (and two old people).
SPOILERS AHEAD:I don't think Summit intended for the laughter at the points there was some. There was some over-the-top cheesy bits that everyone laughed at. There was some acting that left a little to be desired (hopefully it was a director's mistake and will be fixed by the next movie).
The makeup was disappointing.
I HATED Carlisle's makeup. HATED it.I was surprisingly pleased with Esme and Carlisle's portrayal. They were warm and appealing-- I hadn't given much thought to them before the movie. One of my favourite parts was Bella meeting the family.
I thought the movie was wonderfully true to the story as everyone said it would be even though it didn't follow the book exactly. I wasn't disappointed at all, but I don't know HOW anyone enjoys it without first reading Twilight AND Midnight Sun. I would've liked to see the restaurant scene have more attention. The movie could have been longer, I wouldn't have minded.
I loved Charlie.
I liked Edward best when he was silly and smiling. I really pay attention in movies and bloopers annoy me-- they had several obvious ones and if I wasn't so busy swooning over Edward, it could've been disastrous.
Sounds like I didn't like it? I loved it. I will own it. I will go again.
I'll do it because I want to see the other films made. I was a little worried to read that another director would be taking over. I fear that Hollyweird will mess with the story to make it more appealing to larger audiences. If Summit's smart, it won't mess with something that works.
And I wasn't able to stay behind to see Marshall's name in the credits because the girls went flying out of the cinema like there was a fire sale on Edward's underwear or something so we followed. Never did find out where everyone was off in such a hurry to.
One of the boys (J2, 10 year-old) got Man of the Match for a spectacular game of footy.
I bet you're wishing you were on our cookie gift list after seeing the feet on the table.
