Well, here we are, kids. We are 30 days away from the biggest party I have ever thrown. So far.
I’ve given up all pretense of remaining calm; at this point I’m aiming for composed, even if it’s a fake-it-til-you-make-it kind of composed. I’m not picky. I’ll take it.
Apparently, right around the 30 day mark is when things start to go wonky. No one tells you this is in the wedding planning books. No one mentions this on the blogs. But, at least in my case, it’s the truth.
Family and Guest Drama is Everywhere. Suddenly, family members who have said months ago that they’re coming to your wedding are now “up in the air” about attending. Almost an entire section of my family has declined without explanation – not even a little “so sorry we can’t make it!” on the card. Just, nothing. Other guests haven’t responded at all, leading us to wonder if they even received our invitation. And folks whom we know received an invite haven’t mailed back the little stamped postcard we gave them. I mean, c’mon peeps – we gave you a stamp. Just throw it in the mail box. Please. I’m begging you. (I’m begging you on the day the actual RSVP’s are due. Today.) This is just the tip of the iceberg. I can’t even really share all the other gory details. Just know they exist. And say a little prayer for me.
So Many Little Details! We are only now aware that we need a photography permit to take photos in the area around our venue. And obviously, that permit is not free. Oh, and did I tell the hair and makeup people that we have six people? Because we have eight. Oops. My rehearsal dinner dress finally arrived and it’s at least two sizes too big. Normally I would be thrilled, but all I can see when I look at the dress is More Alterations. The hotel room discounts expired two days ago, so OF COURSE someone is annoyed that the hotel won’t still honor the discount. And apparently, I should fix this with my magical Bride Powers. (oh, how I wish that were really a thing!)
Also, Our House. Our house is acutely aware that Something Is Up, because it exists in a state of disarray not seen since the week we moved in. Here’s proof:
Pretty much every available flat surface in our house is covered with wedding stuff. Wedding Stuff that has to be packed (hence all the Crate & Barrel boxes and bubble wrap) and sent to Philadelphia. Stuff that we have been avoiding packing, because we are afraid we are going to do it wrong, and everything will break. Procrastination at it’s finest.
Add to this the fact that I have an almost phobic dislike of clutter and mess, and I haven’t really sat at the dining room table in two weeks. This wedding is turning us into an episode of “Hoarders”. Speaking of, has anyone seen Beth?
Well, at least we haven’t lost the animals in all the clutter.
So, all of this bitching and whining is to say this: No matter how hyper-organized you may be for the 17 months before your wedding, the last 30 days are going to be crazy. No one is immune to this, I think. I think this is normal. (And if it’s not, please don’t tell me for another 31 days!)
I’m off to stare at the wine bottles vases and figure out how to pack them. Again. I’m hoping that if I think about this long enough, the answer will just appear. Sounds totally reasonable, yes?
I’ll leave you with this masterpiece. Bob the Builder played this for me this morning, at 6:30am. Obviously, I MUST marry him. Like, in 30 days…