“My recipe for dealing with frustration: set the kitchen timer for 20 minutes, cry, rant, & rave, & at the sound of the bell, simmer down." P. Diller

This is just a good, old fashioned, ranting blog post.

I have been feeling really very anxious lately. I am part of a wedding party this upcoming weekend and it has really become a life of its own. And not a pretty one that is all sparkly and lovey dovey since there is a wedding around the corner, but a disorganized, messy, crazy one where people are unhappy. I do not do well in this kind of energy.

I feel like I signed up for a job rather than someone to support the couple. I am tired of being asked to do more things, one after the other after the other. I am so stressed out. It is miserable. I am so tired I want to cry. I will be so glad when this is over which makes me sad because I was so looking forward to it. The only part of it I am still looking forward to is the fact that both Paul and I will be in it together, that will be fun if I even get ten minutes with him.

Listen, I understand that I am going to want a lot of attention the day I get married as any bride would; and while I am laid back, I will want certain things how I want them as long as it is not physically hurting anyone. This is not what I am talking about in this post. From the groomsmen's shoes, to the bachelorette, to where we are going to sleep the night before... it just keeps going! I feel like you/me (as the bride) have to get to a point where you realize you are inconveniencing the people who are supposed to be the closest to you and stop being so demanding. This applies to the Mother of the Bride as well, and probably the Mother of the Groom too.

Thanks for that, I feel a little better.