Okay so the dishes are done and I am ready for a damn margarita.
Wait, I’m not allowed to drink. Okay, water it is. WOOOOOOOOOO!

Anyway. Remember yesterday when I was all stressed out about something? I’m going to talk about it now even though I’ve promised not to. Because I am a PROMISE BREAKER! And no, I’m NOT HYPER!

Our wedding. Oh, our wedding. We are getting married. That’s the main thing, and it’s what I’m happiest about. We could get married in the basement for all I care, as long as it’s done. However if we got married in the basement our parents would kill us and we wouldn’t get to enjoy a long life together, which would be a thing that I would not enjoy at all. So we’re planning a wedding.

Now, I’m having lots of fun planning it, and I keep asking Rob if I’m letting him have his say in things and he says yes and everything. I just worry that I’m taking over and making all the decisions and not thinking of what he might like. The main reason? Well, he’s from Newfoundland and my immediate family lives in PEI (my extended fam lives in Quebec where my mom’s from and Cape Breton where my dad’s from). We’re getting married in PEI. And having a Catholic ceremony (I’m Catholic, Rob isn’t). And I just worry that it’s not fair to him and his side of the family. Not many of them are going to be able to afford to travel to PEI; in fact there is a distinct possibility, for both of us, that only our immediate families will be there because the travel is just too costly. Which is also fine with us– we’d love to have lots of family around us but if they can’t afford it we can’t blame them for not coming. But the thing is, PEI is where I’m from. We’re getting married in my church. Yesterday I suggested a bilingual ceremony and he expressed concern that his family wouldn’t be able to understand it and instead of explaining, I got all stressed out. See, I thought it would be nice because my mother’s side of the family is French, and none of them would really understand a ceremony all in English. Then again, his entire family is English, and they wouldn’t be able to understand a ceremony all in French. So I was thinking a bilingual ceremony would be good — but didn’t explain that it just wouldn’t be “this part of the ceremony is English, this part is French”; the priest would do every part in both languages (am I explaining this well enough?).
Anyway the language thing wasn’t that big a deal, once I explained that part Rob was okay with it, but I just started stressing out that I’m Bridezilla and not taking his family’s wants and needs into consideration.
Then he told me that everything was fine and no I wasn’t Bridezilla (hmmm… Bridezilla. Frankenwang. Gee, Louise, what have you got on the brain?) and it was all good and STOP WORRYING!
So of course I kept worrying.
But I’m not anymore.
See? I stress about silly things.