I thought this weekend wound be relaxing. I had planned one (you heard me, uno) errand Saturday and a day off Sunday. I went to a bridal expo with my future (legal) sister in law. I thought that would mean I would leave just before nap and be back at dinner time. Instead I was back at 2:30 so Mike was only on his own for nap time, gosh darn it!
When I got home I tried to prepare myself for tomorrow, but thanks to my buried desk and Mike mis-budgeting (again) it really raised my blood pressure. Not to mention, that once all the bills and paperwork were dealt with and I was ready to write the internet went out. There's a bad storm outside. I suspect it's the cousin of the one that laid me up for most of the day Saturday. Stupid hip joints. It is undeniably time for a visit to the old Ortho (grimace).
I got the internet going and found out my friend who thought she might move is. It's sad because her daughter is so much like Riley, but slightly older and it was nice having a preview of what's coming. I feel possessive of my mommy friends even the ones I talk to online most of the time. My other message was a schedule change I wasn't expecting and by the time I adjusted my whole week it had reverted back to the original timing.
And then my friends, is my wedding (check the other blog)....I have attempted twice to put a deposit on my venue. First I had to shell out $$$ for a deposit on Isaac's summer camp and then my car was held hostage for $$$ by the dealership service center. I hate being a responsible adult. On top of which I've been getting a lot of heat about wedding choices already and I'm wearing thin.
Mike is generally VERY involved in wedding decisions, but if he isn't being a ridiculous perfectionist he doesn't care at all. It's frustrating because I can never predict which decision will be which. We lost our baker so I thought we'd discuss alternatives. He doesn't care. The bar issue (open, cash, having one) "whatever you want honey". The flowers he's in a state of panic about them being wrong. Inhale, exhale press on.
I just feel frazzled and exhausted. Monday isn't even here yet!
Small ceremony with a best man and a friend to stand up for you, the kids and your immediate family, or not.
ReplyDeleteI decided to keep it simple. Intimate ceremony. Lovely reception, with friends and family. I didnt miss "walking down the isle" at all. I wonder if Ill ever marry again.....
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