People keep being like ‘ohh, you’re getting married next weekend, you must be really stressed out.’
I even went to the doctor because I was pretty sick and she wrote it off as “wedding stress.”
And, I am. Sure. But, it’s not cause like my florist isn’t coordinating with my hair dresser. It’s because we have no food and lots of non-wedding things to do. No exaggeration: we’ve got chairs, tables, customized M&M’s and college kids to drive shuttles – which will hopefully be their minivans they drive themselves, because we don’t got actual shuttles.
Oh, and I’ve got Steve, who still can’t pick anything up – unless you put it in a backpack for him to carrying around on his crutches.
So, yeah, I’m stressed out. But it’s more of the life variety and less of the bouquets and stupid wedding jokes kind.