Post # 1
I seriously thought I was going to have a heart attack. I put on a smiling face and tore through that day like the best actress I could be. Overwhelmed and emotionally-hungover I am just now starting to recover from all the attention and passive aggressive family drama that ensued in the planning of this shower (of which I politely turned down having a hand in it – I wanted to be surprised). They all did a really fabulous job. It was great and I feel like an ingrate because they worked so hard; it was so very nice. I came home from the day and had a panic attack and ate 5 leftover cupcakes. I am so blessed with my FI who is supportive and my best friend and just the best at dealing with people in social situations. I am marrying the guy so go figure. Anyway, anybody got any good stories of good ol’ fashioned freakouts from the shower? THIS is why we’re going to Hawaii to get married 😆 We are having a reception back at home but now that I’ve had this experience, mayhaps I wall not be SO on edge. Not gonna lie. Scared about that too. Ha.
Post # 2
I cried when I came home from my shower. It was just so emotionally taxing. My DH and I had lived together for 6 years prior to getting married, so we had all the essential home goods. I begged my family to go light on the gift giving since we lived in a small 2 BR house. Honestly, I wanted a honey moon registry but my mom refused to host a shower with such a tacky gift scheme. I came home with enough gifts to fill our dining room. I was so stressed out and our house was already overwhelmed with wedding decorations and craft projects. And, I was working a fulltime job and was getting sick of my weekends being a second job, planning the wedding. I felt so out of control. To top it off, my mom decided to do a “Christmas Ornament” tree, each guest gave us an ornament to help deocrate our first tree as a married couple. It was a sweet idea, but I hated the idea of digging out our christmas storage in the middle of August. I just ended the night sobbing, stuffing all our new towels into our linen closet. Poor DH thought I was losing it…so to cheer me up, he put on the white silk nightie my sister gifted me for the wedding night. I’ll never forget that :p
I still have some gifts, unopened, in storage. His and her towel hooks. Monogrammed hand towels. Art work that doesn’t match our house. I hate to sound ungrateful, but I really am a simple person. A card would have been just as nice.