All right, chickadees, I’m admitting several things to you this morning.
My father uploaded a bunch of music to my computer this weekend, and I’m currently listening to Abba.
I can’t help it. I love those Swedish pop sensations.
Also, last night I think I may have had my first bridal breakdown.
Apparently this happens to everyone. You start to feel like a crazy person over ONE SINGLE DAY even though you are very organized and mostly have EVERYTHING FIGURED OUT.
Except that I am a low key bride. I don’t even like the word bride, actually. I’m a low key woman who happens to be planning a wedding that she happens to be participating in.
I don’t have bridal breakdowns. I’m too chill.
Yeah, I just said chill.
I should have known this no-stress approach would fail my high strung personality at some point.
And fail it did.
It actually started last night with a dress I tried on.
The dress zipped. This should have indicated that what comes next could not, in reality, have been that bad.
I opened my pantry door (yes, my full length mirror is in my pantry- portion control? I don’t know, it came that way), and decided I wasn’t pleased with what I saw. After a full night of sleep and a four mile run this morning, I’m not sure I really even remember what it looked like, but that didn’t seem to matter at the moment.
What came next can only be described as a ridiculous downward spiral, complete with crazy text messages to Ky and a confrontation in which I asked JW how on earth he could have let me become rhino sized without telling me.
Like I said, it wasn’t pretty.
And somehow trying on this dress (which is not actually my wedding dress) threw me into a frenzy about the entire wedding.
I also may or may not have taken to a bridal discussion forum, which merely made things worse.
Especially because it seemed to be hosting a number of Tigger obsessed bride-to-bes.
Weddings, it seems, can make you act like an insane person.
Now that I’m fully rested, I would like to note that yes, I realize I’m not actually the size of rhino, and maybe I’ll try on that dress again tonight.
We’ve got 31 days to go chickadees, and it seems things are just starting to get exciting.