It’s My Party And I’ll Cry If I Want To

I am tired, I am stressed, I am totally over planning for this damn wedding. Not actually getting married, I am so excited for that! But this constant planning, this behemoth of a party, I am just so frustrated. I just want to lie back for an entire weekend and do nothing. I want to read a book and not feel guilty that something is not getting done. I want to take a random trip somewhere up the coast with my man and put our toes in the water. I want to think and plan about our lives after the wedding but I am EXAUSTED. It is like I am in some slave camp and this HUGE 7 foot ugly German woman with a cat o nine tails is following me around whipping me for being the worst bride ever! Such vanity to want to just give over to my selfish soul and run away to some island.

I am also tired of worrying that I am missing something, that the linens I choose are going to be just a bit off cream than what is in my mind, the music that is going to be played during the ceremony. I want to worry about the more weighty issues, talk about things that do not involve frills and lace, like the effects of the economy, or next president, global warming, or ANYTHING that stretches the other brain cells that have not been out to play in a long long long long time.

Now I know I am incredibly blessed to even be sitting here typing/whining about my situation. I just want my life back. What would help, what I really need is for God to throw me a bone and add 4 more hours to the day. Yes God I think that will help me tremendously, but what if I said pretty please with sugar on top and a cherry. DAMN life should just be a bit easier.