12:17 p.m. - 26 August, 2009
nothing nice to say about wedding planning
I don’t have anything remotely nice to say in this post, so please feel free to skip it.
I am far beyond stressed right now. The printer screwed up the invitations, so they’re being reprinted. *sighs* I am not paying a dime for the reprinting because he’s the one who made the huge mistake. Idiot. Most of my money is being directed toward the wedding right now, and Mike can’t chip in that much because he has to pay for law school this semester. I’m trying to pay off my dress alterations. Buying a floor sample dress was actually a costly thing—my dress is silk and considered couture. Since the fabric is delicate and needs to be handled with extreme care, it costs more to alter. The dress is being taken in and tailored to me, so there is plenty of work to do. The cost of altering the skirt alone is $400. Don’t get me started on the bodice alterations. Any money that was saved on that purchase has been spent. >_<
Additionally, I keep having all of these large, random bills pop up, like the damn car tax, the dentist, and physical therapy (PT). PT is a fucking racket. I clearly went into the wrong field. I cannot believe how much money they charge for the LITTLE amount of work that they did. My shoulder isn’t even any better!
I also loathe my dentist. I need new dental insurance so I can go somewhere else—I don’t appreciate sitting through pain and agony for one small filling. Plus, she has no bedside manner. Going to see her is the equivalent of a medieval torture chamber visit. I have three more cavities to fill, but I’d like to be going to someone gentler before I get that work done.
I still have 50 million things to do for the wedding. I can’t wait until it’s over. There is no joy or happiness in wedding planning. It’s one big chore after another. I haven’t enjoyed anything about the planning process thus far. I don’t understand how people can do this kind of work for a living. I’m kind of hoping that the dance lessons will be fun.
My psychotic aunt is bizarrely obsessed with the wedding, even though she doesn’t give a fig about me normally. It’s driving me batty. She wants her family to stay at my place for five days before the wedding. Umm, no. She wigged out when I told her that she couldn’t stay at my house. She didn’t care that it was inconvenient for me, oh no. The fact that I was inconveniencing her and not letting her get her way was what mattered. Heaven forbid. It’s very difficult being related to her.
Very few people have treated me like this is my special day. People have forced their opinions on me, complained at me because of something that I can’t control, or bitched if something doesn’t go her way. Nobody likes the first draft of anything. Mike’s mom is turning into a momzilla about her family’s picnic, and it’s not like it’s a sanctioned wedding event. She even complained about the hair/make-up appointment that I made for Mike’s sister! *smacks forehead* The planning has become a second job, and there’s nothing remotely special about it. And I’m going to be honest...I do not like the headpiece that my grandmother and mother picked out. I wanted a simple headband with some bling, and they bought me this other one. I kept saying that I didn’t like it, but the pushy Italians got their way...again. I’m far too nice to people. I can’t say anything about being discontented because everyone has their feelings hurt, gets bent out of shape, and accuses me of being a bridezilla. *sighs* (For the record, other than the invitation fiasco, I have been an extremely accommodating bride-to-be.)
I thought that the wedding was the one day where I would actually get the princess treatment. I was clearly mistaken.
