- 1 year ago
- Wedding: June 2018
I am just up and I can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about how much I have to do and all the people I have to interact with. I just want to run away. I need a break, but there won’t be one until after the wedding. I am legit getting stress headaches. And I can’t keep my temper very well and trying to be kind to everyone who is helping me when I am just spent is killing me.
to make matters worse, my mom promised me she would have a bunch of critical stuff done. Seating chart, signs, favors and welcome bags assembled and a host of other things. They are all half done! So instead of having my Fiance help me with my load, he’s been helping my mom. We’re having our wedding across the country, and I didn’t know until I flew in last week. I feel like now instead of having a manageable amount of work to do before the wedding, I have just been. Working for a month straight.
i amso worried that I am just going to be too tired to enjoy my wedding. Tomorrow I have to pick up my dress, meet with the Dj, send out the timeline for the bridal party, finish the master timeline for my coordinator, buy 4 more gifts, deliver the welcome bags to the hotel, get the marriage license (we had to get our documents overnighted because we forgot them at home), gather everything that needs to go to the hall on Friday, call the venue coordinator to confirm details, and somehow fit in a mani pedi and do a root touch up. I also have a therapy appointment in the middle lol.
And My mom expects Fiance and I to help her get her whole house cleaned because the out of town guests start arriving. yay!!!!!!
Seriously, I want to scream! Tomorrow was supposed to be a chill day, getting a mani pedi, bbqing some pulled pork with my dad, taking a beauty day for me. I feel like i’ll be lucky to fit in a 10 minute shower.
is this normal? I had a timeline. I stuck to my timeline. But as soon as I get one task done, another crops up.
How the heck am I supposed to be up at 8am on Saturday morning and then stay up until 1am? I feel like I am setting myself up for a overtired toddler level meltdown on my wedding day.
why didn’t I elope?