Oh my gosh, my fiance called me this morning and woke me up from a dream... no, a nightmare that I was having about the wedding. For some odd reason kids were the common denominator in both nightmares. I will attempt to explain each without allowing myself to get grouchy again... Oh yeah, and I guess I should throw in a minor disclaimer: If you have kids and are easily offended, you may want to skip over this blog.
Dream 1: I was sitting in my wedding dress at a table for two. Some other woman, whose face is a blur, was dining with me. We both had a glass of cool red punch, perfect for the tropical occasion (I guess I was having a tropical wedding...) Just as I was about to refresh my palette, this little girl walks up to the table and intercepts my fruit punch, takes a sip, then walks away with my glass like it's nothing.
"No she didn't just take my juice?!"
I blurted with irritation, sure the woman would give me some sympathy and give the little rugrat a taste of discipline.
"Please, you shouldn't have left it at the end of the table, you know there are kids around..."
She scolded with all the confidence in the world.
Say, what?!?!?! My wedding day, not a day that I want to go off on anybody.
I woke up with this in mind: Unruly kids are not invited. Keep them bad suckers at home.
Dream 2: I was in my amazing bridal suite, dressed, ready to walk down the aisle in my shimmering wedding gown. Everything seemed perfect, until... The countdown began and it was time for the bridal party to line up so the ceremony could start. The problem was, no one could find anyone in the ceremony. They were scattered all around the building doing Lord knows what, completely oblivious to why they were there. And guess who had to run around the building looking for them? That's right, me. In my wedding dress. Train dragging on the dusty floor, armpits getting all funky and sweaty... But that's not even the worse part. While I'm frantically searching the building for the bridal party, I run past an open door to the ceremony and see a stadium full of impatient guests and... a floor full... I mean FULL of antsy and disorderly kids jumping up and down singing Barney songs! What the--?!?!?!?!
I woke up with this in mind: Hire a coordinator, immediately. And keep bad kids at home.
Call me mean or whatever you want, but tell me, what would
you get out of these nightmares? *Exhale* I gotta go pray to calm down again...
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