If I were to type the contents of my brain exactly as they appear on the inside of my head... it would go something like "as;lejraelijrdkljiwantcake kljadfasdfiejxdkjflekjrlajdklasdjf;aoiejla adjfa;ldkjfa;sdlkjf epfoaiejf lkpeople alifjalifdjldfjasdlkfe deeuduekadf somuchtodo alksdjflakfjweif wanttosleepnowforever aedlfkjaelriuj3eis." I'm paraphrasing, but you get the gist.
The past week has been a complete whirlwind of GET SHIT DONE TODAY and we have definitely entered the phase where I hate anyone who looks at me funny (which is everyone, most especially Mr. RH) and I am officially ready to Get On With It.
And yet... I'm already mourning the fact that it'll all be over in a heartbeat and I'll never get these minutes of my life back. Rage-inducing as they may be.
Will I always remember...
... the knock-down drag-out fights Mr. RH and I have been having (repeatedly) over our reception grand entrance song?
... that my dad told me my use of the F-word (which I don't believe I've ever used in his presence except in the past 5 months) is so appalling he is ashamed to be my father?
... that my bridesmaids and their last-minute alterations make me want to text them 24/7 to make sure it's just DONE ALREADY?
... that I've spent hours and hours on Amazon looking for the perfect hair adornment for a steal... only to fall in love with the $175 comb?
I feel like the "just relax and enjoy" part of this planning process is just days away.
Just keep swimming, right?