Taking It All In i.e. Trying Not To Freak Out
It’s now two days before the wedding. Two days.
Two days …
Two days.
I have officially been having wedding “nightmares” every night for the last week or so. But I figure that must be the norm at this point in the process. And by nightmares, I don’t mean like either me or Chad getting cold feet. I mean things like people melting because of the forecasted 95 degree heat and me thinking I wanted to wear a disco-inspired sequin tank top and skirt in lieu of a beautiful wedding dress. Those kinds of nightmares.
Wedding related things that I worry about when I’m actually awake include:
- not being able to get industrial size fans last minute to help cool people off under the tent (this is on my to-do list for today)
- not having enough coolers to store the massive amounts of ice we’ll need for the bar
- the way my butt looks when my wedding dress is bustled (yes, for real)
But everyone keeps on telling me not to stress out. And I keep telling myself not to stress out. Because in real life, I really don’t want to stress out. I want to have fun. Because it’s not worth it if I’m not having fun.
Two more days.
