Prom is Going to Kill Me.....

I do not remember prom being this involved and detailed. I really don't. Of course, that might be because, being the girl and therefore the "ask-ee", I didn't have to worry about anything beyond my dress and my hair.  However, the fact that the Teenager is a boy and therefore the "ask-er", I'm discovering that there is a lot more to this whole thing.

(And before I hear from anyone else wondering why the Teenager is not doing all of this himself.... the fact that I control the little plastic card attached to the place where the money lives is one of the biggest deciding factors. Plus, he asked me to. And you all should know by now that I have a realllllllllly hard time telling either of my boys no when they ask me to do something.)

And there is a lonnnggg list of things that have to be done for this dance, too! First, there is the whole "who do I ask" dilemma. Then there is the decision of HOW to ask her. Then the tux selection. The tux fitting. Mode of transportation. Reserving said transportation. Dinner reservations. Corsage ordering. Oh! Ticket buying. My-date-goes-to-another-school-and-needs-a-guest-pass procedure. After party planning. Or attempting to plan; turns out that's easier said than done when you and your limo-group aren't really into the whole "prom is for drinking, partying and getting laid" thing that the rest of the football team seems to be wholeheartedly throwing themselves into. (Thank You GOD for answering some very specific and life long prayers from this mama!)

Maybe some of this wouldn't have been so difficult if he'd been left to his own devices. After all, he didn't care that the pattern on the tuxedo vest was going to clash spectacularly with the pattern in his date's dress. He only cared that it was the right color.  It didn't occur to him that I would need to call several different limo companies to find one that didn't require a ridiculously long amount of miminum hours or charge an astronomical fee per hour. He quite likely would have only called one, and either said yes or no depending on the initial amount quoted.  He put only as much thought into where to eat dinner as it took to agree with the first suggestion I made, and is computer savvy enough to have made the reservation online just as easily as I did. He most likely would have accepted the first corsage suggested to him, because it wouldn't matter to him if it was one large rose or three smaller sweetheart roses, or if the flowers were pink or white, or if the ribbon were white or silver. Thankfully, it seems that ALL corsages are wrist creations these days so there wasn't a choice there. Which is probably a very good thing, as I can only imagine the production it would be if he had to figure out how to pin that sucker on her dress.

All of this planning, all of these details, and I'm fairly certain we haven't managed to remember the one thing that can make or break the entire evening.....

Last time I checked, he didn't know how to dance.  Fortunately for him, I'm positive he's going to look freakin' amazing in that tux!

*I'll absolutely post pictures of it next week! The dance is this Saturday.*