On the one hand the wedding is just over 4 months away; by the time we get married we'll have been engaged 7 months so technically, we're not even half way there yet to the wedding. But, on the other hand the first three months flew by (and it did help that most days kinda merged into one with me being off work).
|Not my calender|
|'It' being the wedding, not sofas.|
Mum. She won't realise until she reads this but once I hopefully go back to work full time on Wednesday (fingers crossed) I am going to leave all the phone call making and stuff finding to my mum. I mean that is what she is there for and I think with me going back to work it's time for me to use that horrible word that all control freaks hate to use... that word is DELEGATE. I couldn't possibly delegate but I have no choice because I will be at work through the normal working hours, when things are open, and actual lunch breaks are far and few between at the office; so I can't call anyone there. Thus, rendering the bride completely useless for at least, oh I don't know, 10 hours of the day. So, yeah...
Does this sound like a freak out to you? Sounds like a freak out to me. If I keep telling myself it is fine I will hopefully eventually actually believe it is fine. This 'fine' feeling will occur once I am sat at the Reception of our wedding and I am looking out at all the wonderful people who have come to share mine and Adam's big day.