Is the title of this post too aggressive? Maybe so. But there was a moment (okay like 57 moments) where I thought I would have to commit myself to the insane asylum and never talk to anyone ever again. I was mad at Brad, I was mad at my mom and grandmother, I was mad that I had to go to work at a time like this and I was mad at the birds in the sky for chirping too loudly. I hated any and every. thing. Why was I feeling like this you may be asking? Well, it was FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON. I was planning a wedding that was 9 months out. That was it. Women have babies in that time frame, certainly I could garner my sanity to plan one day.
My mom or grandmother would call and ask what they could do to help me out and I would say "Oh nothing, I'm fine." But I wasn't. I was drowning in what I felt was a never ending list of to-do's, but I wasn't asking for assistance on anything.
Even though I had my little excel spreadsheet, our date set, an incredibly supportive fiance and family, I was trying to do EVERYTHING by myself (this must stem from being an only child. If all else fails, blame it on that, every time). Number 1 of the 8,472 self realizations I've had during this process: I have a VERY hard time asking for help. So, tip #1 - ask for help. This is one of those times people want to help you. Especially your mom and grandmother. Remember, this is a day they've been dreaming of too.
But, my HUGE realization came when Brad's mom casually said to me "You'll be married at the end of the day and that's all that matters."
