Psychosis sets in
Kasia November 20th, 2008
Sunday night I had my downshift from “It’s so far away – it’ll never get here!” to “OH I WILL NEVER GET EVERYTHING DONE IN TIME!!!”
That was disturbing enough.
Then Monday night I had my first…well, I dubbed it my “forest-for-trees” moment, where I bit my beloved’s head off for something that was really so not worth snapping at him over. Yes, he’d goofed up; but the reason I called it the “forest-for-trees” moment is that our relationship is the point, not whether every single detail of the day is perfect.
Today I had to take deep breaths and refrain from snapping again. It doesn’t help that I’ve got other stressors going on at the same time, though that’s not an excuse either.
I am going to have ice cream for dinner.
Lots of it.
Seriously - I never thought I’d turn into Bridezilla, but I think I might be on my way.
So depressing. This definitely calls for ice cream.
** UPDATE **
So last night I was on the phone with Canuck, having nearly chewed through my tongue to avoid snapping at him again earlier in the day. I asked him if it would be in the budget to go out for a nice dinner on Saturday (not Friday, because that doesn’t really fit in the spirit of penitential Fridays).
He said sure, he thought we could work that out. Then he said:
“It’ll help, right? I mean, if you’re still going to be Queen B*t*h afterwards, why bother, right?”
Yes, he was joking. Yes, I laughed. A lot.
It’s gonna be a long two months.
To try and help you keep things in perspective, here’s what Heather’s basic thoughts were leading up to our wedding day. In the end, the only thing that really mattered was walking down the aisle at the end of Mass as husband and wife. The food could be terrible, the reception lousy, the photography awful, and it wouldn’t matter.
There were glitches at our reception. Heather’s father had passed away before our wedding, so in place of the traditional father-daughter dance, she had a song played and a slide-show of pictures from her father’s life. Well, something went wrong with the slide projector, and it went at ultra-high speed through the slides before the bulb burned out, finishing well before the music did. A new bulb was found, and the slideshow was redone.
One of Heather’s younger cousins was horribly sick at the reception as well…her mother (Heather’s Aunt) jokingly told us she had an absolute awful time at our wedding, which still makes me laugh a bit.
Once we completed our vows, nothing could have ruined our day.
Anyway, just stay focused on the real goal. Nothing else matters, other than being married to the Canuck. You could have this happen, and as long as you finish the vows, it won’t really matter. (But I hope the Best Man at your wedding has more coordination.)
As an apology, you can buy him one of those blow-up dinosaurs….
You guys are a blessed couple indeed, if that’s as bad as it gets.
ROFL…Matt, I hope that bride had as much perspective as Heather had…I probably would have cried at either the slide show OR the tumble into the pool…thanks…
Jaibee – a blow-up dinosaur? Oh – for Bridezilla! HA! Good idea…that might be waiting for us at the honeymoon B&B… :-p
Mmmmmmm, Ice Cream–good for everything that ailes ya! Don’t worry all this bad stuff will one day just all go away
Kasia,
I haven’t quite gotten to that point, but I have started to get a little stressed from the whole thing. You have every right to get stressed, it’s a lot of planning to go through! We just finalized our guestlist last night, and I will be starting my work on the centerpiece candles very shortly (as soon as I order another 6 pillars). But at the same time, it is just one day. I know we all want our weddings to be perfect, but to keep it in perspective…People will remember only a few things from your wedding: 1) How beautiful you will look in your gown, 2) they will remember the food from the reception, wether good or bad, 3) they will remember how blissfully happy you and the Canuck are once you have recited your vows. I’ve caught myself stressing a bit already, and we’ve got 6 months to go still. Just know, I’m more than willing to give you a hand if I’m not tied up, and you can call me any time just to vent if you need. Your day will be beautiful no matter what!!!
“He said sure, he thought we could work that out. Then he said:
“It’ll help, right? I mean, if you’re still going to be Queen B*t*h afterwards, why bother, right?””
Ok…that’s funny!! lol
Those blasted Canucks . . . there’s a reason they still have allegience to the Queen. Bollox.
Might I suggest utilizing Cindy for some of the gruntwork? God knows she owes it to you. So long’s you and Caroline keep ‘er in check (i.e. you don’t wanna wind up on wedding day with some sort of South-Seas transsexual noseflute-choir shaman priest from the UU vacuum running the show), you should be all right.