- 3 years ago
- Wedding: April 2014
I pre-apologize for possible incoherency. I am tired. I am sad. I am done.
I’m all for looking on the bright side and hoping for the best. I’m all for letting things go and moving on. But this week has to be a bad to be a joke, a bad dream, something? Please? I’m getting married in 2 days. Two days. I’m starting to lose my mind, are these signs that this marriage is a bad idea? I’m starting to feel like I can’t take any more!!! It just keeps going from bad to worse!!!
It started out with needing to finish up last minute details. Ok, cool. I work well under pressure. But I work 40 hours between Monday and Thursday. I work 6pm-4am, Monday. 12pm-6pm, Tuesday. 4pm-4am, Wednesday and 4pm-4am, Thursday. Also, my kids have to be to school at 8:30am. That doesn’t leave a lot of free time. Also, I am severly sleep deprived. Then my boss freaked out at me on Tuesday (long story, it was nothing I did, but my boss has few people skills). My tub decided not to drain anymore on Monday (no matter how we tried to unclog it it just refused to unclog) , my mother is due today and my landlord is very slow about fixing anything. Also, Tuesday day was a shitty day at work where I had horrific allergies, didn’t even make 10% tips and Tuesday night my van decided to start overheating. Need a thermostat. Great! *read sarcasm*
Wednesday was a lovely day. I dropped the kids at school and went to work painting the livingroom (which is where we’re getting married). By 9:30am the school nurse called to say that my son had puked all over himself and the office carpet. Yay! *again sarcasm*. Went to pick him up. Went back to work painting. Reluctantly went to work. Had a SHITTY night at work. For some reason drunk people are assholes. *sarca…you get it* I had three customers get into an argument with me. 3 people cut off. And one asshole come back a couple hours after he left and hit the outside stairway with his fucking car.
And then the great disappointment to top off this ridiculous week. My father called at 4:17am (just after this SHITTY night at work) to let me know that my grandmother died. My last living grandparent is gone. Her funeral will be Saturday. The day of my wedding. I cannot go to her funeral without cancelling our wedding. My mother and my friend, plus her husband, plus another friend all took days off of work to come to our wedding and my van wouldn’t be able to make the 430 mi, Journey.
I give up! I give the fuck up. Seriously. I don’t know what else I can do at this point.
Things I need to accomplish in order to still have a wedding…work 12 hours tomorrow, finish painting the living room, clean our house, do laundry, buy food, cook food, stop crying, get a grip. Not as easy as it seems at this point.