It’s 12 days away. It’s so close that soon I’ll need to spell the day count out in sentences to keep my grammar on point. Our wedding is sooooon.
I’ve had lots of points of crazy in these past few weeks. Part because I’m a bride. Part because my work is offering some very real challenges. (Try coordinating a 100 person even that is happening in TEN days, while only 25 people have rsvp’d so far!) And part because I took on a lot of extra projects for the wedding that were fabulous in conception and a little rocky in execution.
And the usual, predictable stuff has OF COURSE happened, even though I naively thought it wouldn’t happen to me.
We had the DIY Breakdown Project that never wanted to work. So we tried something to fix it, and then we tried something else to fix it, and now we’ve found the solution but need three boxes of moss to ARRIVE ALREADY so we can actually execute it and get it off my plate. Note to self: hand made centerpieces for 20 tables is Un. Wise.
We also had The Printing Fiasco, which led to the Unexpected Astronomical Bill. Michael is a designer. I’m in development, which has its fair share of publishing and printing involved. Between the two of us, we couldn’t manage to get a fleet of printers, nor our friends at Staples and Kinkos, to print on our fancy-sized Crane program kit. Nobody could do it. Or so we thought. Seems our favorite stationary store can do it…for $650. Unassembled. Le sigh. This was the most painful check to write so far.
We’ve also had Seriously, Do You Think That’s Appropriate? guest issues. The inlaw who insisted on bringing her children and needed us to find her a sitter, who then arranged her own sitter without us and didn’t tell us. (And when she did finally tell me, it was with a big scoop of attitude that I didn’t get in touch with her soon enough. Um, sorry — we were busy planning a wedding and a funeral. You are SO not our first priority!) And don’t forget the couple that nobody expected to come who replied this weekend only after too many phone messages. Oh…and the aunt and uncle who just casually responded that their uninvited teenagers will be having the beef and chicken.
And seating? Yeah, seating. Amazing how it takes 20 tables to seat 165 people so that no divorced couples sit together and no feuding siblings are within shouting distance. Sigh. Why can’t people just get along?
We haven’t had The Dress “Issue” yet, but I’m not due to pick it up until this Friday. Keep your collective fingers crossed.
And lastly, I would be remiss if I didn’t say something about the cookies. What cookies, you ask? The ones that now haunt me. Daily. I had the bright idea to make my mom’s favorite cookies as favors for the guests. They’re delicious chocolate oatmeal coconut drop cookies that don’t even need to be baked. Easy, right? Well seems it ain’t so. I’ve been making cookies for weeks now. Weeks. Four people were added to the guest list this weekend and I calculated the pain in cookies. That’s 16 more cookies I need to make. And they’re going to be great — packaged up in simple wax paper in kraft boxes, with the recipe tucked inside and a cute brown ribbon tying the box closed. Would I do it again? Yes. But, boy is it tempting to swear off cookies for a year now.
All these things aside, we’re doing just fine. I have a nagging sore throat this morning, but we’re keeping afloat and getting things done. I’m nonstop working on the wedding on my personal time and trying to make this other event work during my day job. I’m tired and wired and easily frustrated. And yesterday I took a bath at 9:30…in the morning…because I had been at it for hours already and just needed a few minutes away from my computer, glue gun, and the various to do lists.
The only thing that has never once — and I mean not once — caused us a problem is money. My father was very gracious to sport the finances for almost everything that was related to the ceremony and reception. (We handled things like the gifts, the donations, and a good portion of the attire, and Michael’s parents hired an amazing photographer to capture the day.) A year ago I gave my father a budget that I guessed was close to what would work. He didn’t bat an eye, looked over it carefully, and said yes. And since that moment I’ve made 110% sure that we would never need to go to him and ask for anything else related to the wedding by being reasonable and responsible with the cash. And it worked. We’re under budget with 12 days to go. I’m proud of that.
So here we are. So very close. I’m hoping with every bone in my body that we can get through the tasks this week we have on deck so that next week will be quiet. I was telling my mother in law yesterday that all I really want is to be able to spend a little time next week anticipating the day, because I know it will all go so fast and I want to be able to be present for as much of it as possible. You know?
So, me and this triple venti skinny vanilla latte are going to tackle this work event for the next seven hours, and then it’s time to rock some errands and glue some moss.
Cause we’re getting married!!