No . . . more . . . decisions . . . No . . . more . . . creativity . . . Let it all end soon . . .
I am FREAKING OUT. I mean it. I’m having my bridezilla moment, today, right now. It’s because I’m planning a party for work, for the weekend after the wedding. At the planning meeting people were looking expectantly at me to choose decorations and food for this thing, and suddenly my vision began to swim. I seriously felt like I was going to faint. I said “Look, I haven’t had lunch. I need to go get me a protein bar. I’ll be back.” I shut myself in my office, wolfed down some chocolate and called the Professor for a dose of sanity, which he gamely tried to provide. I had to go to the venue for this work party after the meeting and talk to the manager guy, and I felt like my head was going to explode. It took a lot of restraint not to say – I DON’T CARE. Feed us some food, give us some arcade tokens, and send us the bill. Don’t bother me. I’m up to here with choices.
As my future mother in law would say, I’m having a hot dog moment (it’s a reference to Father of the Bride, something about the dad character ripping up packages of hot dogs and buns in a grocery and being arrested – she had to explain it to me. I am channeling Steve Martin right now).
Anyway, I know it will all work out, I know I’ll get the program notes and the coordinator packet and the phone list and the schedules and the presents and the million other things together, and whatever doesn’t happen won’t be missed. It’s just all catching up with me today – I feel like I’m being chased by little Excel spreadsheets with legs, who are screaming “Finish me!!!” Working out at lunch helped somewhat – I ran and tanned (I am getting to be a tanning pro – I started singing to myself in there. Shut up. Nobody can hear it) and lifted and stretched. My head shrank back to normal size. I still have that fluttery panic heartbeat though. I’m definitely calling in sick one of these days this week. Just not tomorrow – payroll’s due. AAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!! The unrelenting responsibilities! Can I take a timeout, God? Can I be my cat, for just 24 hours, and sleep on the couch by the office window in the sun? Can I have a “Freaky Friday” experience? Let’s make it for Wednesday, how’s that sound?
I\’m right there with you. I couldn\’t walk into "Things Remembered" when my fiance went to go pick up his groomsmen gifts. Staring at the same "wedding stuff" that I\’ve been looking at for the past 8+ months freaked me out and I got the whole minor heart attack thing happening.
On top of that, everyone keeps calling me to ask for my opinions on everything. I don\’t care at this point what our cake cutter looks like, and I can\’t help my sister-in-law-to-be who\’s stressed about how to do her hair. Really? You\’re calling me about that?
Listen to me. Breathe deeply. Close your eyes. Now open them up and tell everyone to shut the hell up! People don\’t realize that bothering a bride at this point about making a choice is ridiculous and is only going to stress her out more. Grrr! By the time the rehearsal comes around and someone asks you to make a decision about one little thing, well, you might lose it. But, you know what? You\’ll be married. The little decision? It doesn\’t matter. All will be fine. The party for work? It will be fine too. So, tell the guy to shut up, choose the first meal at the top of the list, be done with it.
Now, breathe deeply.
Amanda 🙂
You cracked me up with your groom-to-be realizing that you guys will be happy…too funny. Glad to see he\’s on board!
You must be so excited to be so close!
I\’m stealing the \’I\’ survey today…so thanks!
I have a new rule – I can only make one decision a day. Whenever people have been asking me things lately I just tell them that and sorry but I\’ve already made my decision for today. you should try it 🙂
-Leah