I forget how the phrase goes but essentially, when the going gets tough, get a life.
I’ve had a bad case of bloggy block lately. Thus my MIA-ness. I don’t know what’s going on with it but my inbox has been sad with the lack of comments lately…so i figured it was time to make a comeback.
This past weekend was spent running, recovering, hibernating after a crazy week last week with things going on every night. Oh yeah, and hardcore cleaning – on Sunday we…
- Gave the dog a bath
- Cleaned the kitchen cleaned the bathroom
- did three loads of laundry
- vaccumed
- went grocery shopping
- AND started working on cleaning the bedroom (i gave away a bunch of clothes by making the seasonal swap)
What’s with all the autumn cleaning you ask? Aside from the fact that it was desperately needed…mostly because the parents are visiting.
I love fiancé’s parents, i think they’re great. But having my mother, her boyfriend and his parents together has been causing a great deal of worry for me. Mostly because Mom’s bf is well…kind of a redneck. I mean that in the nicest way possible, and fyi, he has all of his teeth. He just…well…Fiancé’s parents are both really smart, they both have masters degrees, you know…edumacated. Mom and her boyfriend? well…neither went to college, but they’re nice! (and i love my mother with all my heart fyi)
So i worry…how fiancé and his dad are going to entertain Mom’s BF while mom, FMIL and I go dress shopping Saturday afternoon. Which is another cause of worry for me – Where the eff do I want to go?!?!
Oh and this weekend? We get to speak to his mother about the guest list which we took an axe to last week because really? I think fiancé said it best when he said about a couple that his mom wants to invite: “I’m sure they threw a very nice party for their friends honoring their daughter.” (the bride was an only child. only grandchild. Need I say more??) Unfortunately, since Fiancé and I are shouldering a large burden of the costs ourselves, we get a larger say in who gets in and who doesn’t. I should note that my parents aren’t big on the friends side, and if my stepmother even TRIES to invite her family? That will get ixnayed faster than you can “NOT SO FAST BIA!” Especially since her family has never ever done anything to make me feel included. [I'll stop here before I say too much...]
Now if she’d* pony up and pay for the reception? She can invite whoever she wants. Unfortunately, that ain’t gonna happen. *sigh* (note: by her i mean dad.)
So anyhow, this weekend is going to be…fun. But stressful. We’re taking the fams to dinner friday for mom’s birthday Friday when they get in, on Saturday we’re going to the National Book Festival, then having lunch at our reception site, then dress shopping followed by dinner. They leave sunday afternoon, so it’ll be short. but sweet. Then we head up to CT in two weeks for the marathon to see his family again.
It’s going to be…ridiculous to say the least. I’ll be happy when I can breathe again, (stop breaking nails on my damn keyboard!!! WTF!) and not stress about all this. Wait, after marathon training I’ll have MORE time to stress about all this wedding stuff….crap.
*sigh*
Needless to say, I’m back from a mini-hiatus. 
