Welp, it’s official: yesterday I had my first wedding-related meltdown.
A full-on, panic-attack, freaking-out, waterworks-and-a-snotty nose, the-world-is-coming-to-an-end-today meltdown.
It was not pretty. In fact, I’m quite sure that if anyone had been a fly on the wall during that event, they wouldn’t have known whether to feel sorry for me or to grab some popcorn and settle in for the entertainment. Ian caught the worst of it on the phone, bless his heart…
On the other hand, I’m giving myself props for making it 47 days before said meltdown 😉 That’s gotta mean something, right?
I know that I need to “let go and let God.” I’m just such a damn control freak!
I’ve become an expert at micromanaging — not the best way to work with those who are trying to help me plan this shindig.
I should’ve called Lauren…
If our roles were reversed:
The way I imagine my mom and my best friends to be feeling presently:
Why are floral arrangements so freaking expensive?!
Will I still have friends after this is all said and done? (Please?)
A girl whose parents live on my parents’ street called her mom just a few weeks before her wedding, sobbing because her fiance didn’t have a belt that matched the golf shoes he was planning to wear that afternoon to play a round with the girl’s dad. Hey, I could be that girl!
WHY are floral arrangements so freaking expensive??
[Miles for the Month: 35.71. Last January, I “traveled” 25.01 miles. If I were adhering strictly to my challenge, I would’ve traveled 170.96 miles this month. Of course, mileage doesn’t account for strength training, beginning a new semester of graduate school, or starting my Practicum… 😉 I know, I know — “no excuses, play like a champion!”]