Suddenly *Not So* Single Journey

My bright spot in a rough day…

Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

Ummm.  I’ve been cranky lately.  I know you find that hard to believe since I’m all sunshine and roses around here, but it’s true.

Work is killing me.  I’ve been doing the same job for the last five years.  That’s the longest I’ve ever held any job.  Yes.  My entire life.  I get bored.  And I like to be challenged…within reason.  My pay should be proportionate to my work load.  Lately…not so much.  So…this makes me cranky.  (Sorry, Michael.  Sometimes.  Sometimes you deserve it.)

And I’m a little stressed in other areas of my life.  While planning a wedding is exciting, it is also a lot of work.  I mean, I forgot how many little things are part of the event.  I forgot about favors and music and photographers (believe it or not) and all those other incidentals.  It really adds up.  Fast.  So, we’ve scheduled a talk about money.  Somehow, not sure that’s going to relieve the stress until everything is actually paid for.

So, constantly running through my head are financial worries, and this never ending to do list.  I know that periodically I share one with you.  And I’d love to do that right now, but it would make my head pop off.  I’m sure.  Or worse, I’d be a heap of tears in the middle of the floor.  Yeah, I’m feeling that emotional.  And I don’t like it.

Yesterday, it was a struggle to find some happy thoughts to get me through.  I clung to the countdown of the number of days we have before we get to see my mom and my aunt in Atlantic Beach.  And I held onto the excitement of meeting with the event planners.  And most of all…I looked forward to my dress arriving.  Yes, there’s something really exciting and special about a wedding dress.

What other garment is made with such hope and happiness and promise?  Ummm.  Maybe lingerie?  Nah.  Totally different vibe from lingerie.  So, I guess it’s just the wedding dress.  And even that is a little scary.  I ordered a dress online, sight unseen, based on photos and an incredible deal.

He assured me that we would have a beach wedding and it was safe to purchase the dress.  We don’t have a date.  We don’t have a location.  Every once in a while he gets stressed and suggests City Hall.  Unless he plans to have me standing in  a bag of sand at City Hall, that will never happen.  I will, however, settle for the sand in the horseshoe pits in the back yard.  I’m the queen of compromise…as long as there’s cake.  I should have been more specific.  I should have pinned him down on cake, too.

Somehow, I think we can make it happen, unless the stress kills me first.  That is a distinct possibility at the moment.  And that’s the only out I’m giving him.  We’re in this forever for life.

Oh, but if you want to know if the dress arrived, and all those gory details…read it on Wedding Journeys.

Quick Karma:

• remember that most of the time, the worst does not happen
  

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