tough love

Wedding planning has been frustrating. It's been well-documented that I freak out when having to make decisions. The fact that we made the biggest and most crucial decision--finding/choosing each other--makes me feel so accomplished that I want to sit back and watch the rest of this thing plan itself.  Oh, it's not going to? Crap.

I've shied away from talking about the nuptials because it gets boring for other people within about 45 seconds (I feel lucky to have a whole 20-minute window with the groom before his iPhone sneaks out of his pocket). There is little to report because we only have the bare bones checked off so far. Shh, don't tell the dozens of people who continually ask me how the planning is going. And don't get me started on the-knot-dot-com reminding me that THERE ARE ONLY 191 DAYS LEFT UNTIL YOUR WEDDING! YOU HAVE ONLY COMPLETED 13 OF THE 175 TASKS THAT YOU HAVE TO HAVE DONE! YOU ARE SO TOTALLY SCREWED!


The thing is, I NEED this kind of mean personal trainer or I'd be dilly-dallying around with color swatches until the week before.


Now, don't get me wrong. Getting married? Awesome. Making beautiful things like escort cards or invitations? Super-rad. Having a big old party with most all the people I care about? I couldn't BE more excited! But calling fifty people (who are likely trying to take all my money) to get price quotes on [insert costly item here], comparing, deciding and then setting up a time to meet with them and choose? ANNOYING. And that is the limbo in which I am currently stuck.


Thank God for my friends and family, who have been so generous with their time and efforts to help. They're all ready to rock, but the underlying problem is that Jon and I still have to a) decide what we'd like to have and b) set the budgets. Sadly those two things are directly dependent on one another. And this would be a lot easier if our communication didn't consist mainly of text message, email and/or dry-erase board.

But it'll get done. Jon suggested we give up television for the next 40 days (check back with me in April to see if I'm even still alive) so that we can better manage our time and get stuff checked off the list. At this point, I'm ready to do anything to make the-knot-dot-com shut the hell up. Even give up The Daily Show for awhile.