Seriously, I need to slow down and catch my breath. Things seem to be happening so quickly and
life is just FLYING by. I guess that’s
what happens when you’re having fun, but it’s leaving me a tad breathless. In less than two weeks I have my big wedding
reception. I’ve been reaching out to the
caterer and the event manager, trying to tie up all the loose ends and I’m
starting to feel a bit frantic. I wanted
to get the little gifts to try on their outfits last weekend, but as the
weekend went by in a blur, that didn’t happen.
Crap, I still have to reach out to the butter tart place and order 100
butter tarts … and someone still needs shoes.
ARGH! I know I’m forgetting
something else ….
Right after the event, I have to get on a plane and fly to
Arizona for an annual work conference.
There’s a lot of schmoozing and I have to train the sales team on the
new products along with train my new coworker on the products she’ll be taking
over … and I’m going to put together that presentation when???
After that, I feel like I can finally breathe. I can’t wait to touch down in Glasgow, feel
my spirit take a big sigh of relief as I return to the motherland. I can’t WAIT to spend 11 days straight, uninterrupted
by life, and work, and kids with the love of my life. I’m looking forward to seeing Skye and
sampling local fare.
The other thing is also what I’m dreading. I hate drama, I hate confrontation (honestly,
who really likes that stuff?). I want it
all to be laughter and fun times, but I’m still nervous about my mother and the
wedding reception. Best case scenario is
that she calls (or more likely emails) the day before that she’s not feeling
well, that her back has gone out, that for one of a thousand reasons she can’t
make it. Worst case scenario is that
somehow she actually does show up, and she pisses me off with one of her
thousand nasty comments on my special day.
She’s never met my maid of honour (who is transgender) and I’m terrified
she’s say something completely asinine.
I’m worried that she’ll say something mean to me and finally my darling
husband will tell her off. I don’t want
her to ruin my day, I wish she was happy for me, involved in my life, helpful
with the wedding, but she never has been, so there’s no chance she’ll start
now.
I know I shouldn’t worry about things that are beyond my
control. My amazing husband loves me to
the moon and back and will ALWAYS have my back.
The little gifts are over the moon excited about taking a ride in a
limo. We all can’t WAIT to see Auntie
Michaela and Uncle Jeremy as we’ve missed them so much lately. It’s going to be a wonderful day, and I’m
trying not to let one person sabotage it.
I know the only one who truly can blow it is me, so I need to chill,
make a list, mark things off, delegate, get shit done and look forward to the
honeymoon.
Easier said than done.
Sigh!
