I'm currently planning (sort of) my wedding with my fiancé. Seriously with all the crap that everyone tells me I need to consider and arrange, it's enough to make a girl want to run away. I just do not comprehend the whole "Princess for a Day" it's "all about the bride" mentality of wedding planning.
When did weddings cease to be about two people making a commitment to spend their lives together and take the good with the bad, and become a three ring circus about spending a fortune on wedding dress, and inviting a gazillion people that they barely know simply to show them how happy they are and what a fortune they can spend on showing off about it?
Don't get me wrong, I love a beautiful wedding as much as the next person, and thoroughly enjoy attending them. I just don't want one myself. Nor do I want to have to plan it. What is so wrong about wanting a simple family ceremony with my soul mate, our children, and a couple of close friends to witness it. Why is that considered less valid than an extravagent, stressful wedding? Why can't a registry office wedding be special?
And what is with the comparisons and competition at "out-wedding" the next person. Really, I am happy that you had the wedding of your dreams, and that it was everything you ever wanted, but why is my dream wedding unworthy simply because I have a different opinion on what's important on the day?
Saturday, 11 June 2011
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
Aaarrrgh - shopping with kids. Need I say more?
Oh what joy... taking small people whitegood shopping. Kill. Me. Now.
Aside from the complaining that we weren't in the arcade, the sulking about being told to stay by me, the complaining that they were starving (or that one got more to eat than the other), the trying to keep them off the ride on mower in store while I worked out the paperwork, and out of the front loading machines, or dryers.... I'm sure it would have been reasonably pleasant. No, really, it was a lovely way to spend the afternoon. Tripping over one who decided to do the splits right behind me while I was standing at a counter causing me to twist my ankle and jar my neck when I stepped back onto his foot while moving away from the counter was all part of the fun, and I'm sure one day I'll look back in fondness at the time spent with my babies. But today it just all seems too hard.
Aside from the complaining that we weren't in the arcade, the sulking about being told to stay by me, the complaining that they were starving (or that one got more to eat than the other), the trying to keep them off the ride on mower in store while I worked out the paperwork, and out of the front loading machines, or dryers.... I'm sure it would have been reasonably pleasant. No, really, it was a lovely way to spend the afternoon. Tripping over one who decided to do the splits right behind me while I was standing at a counter causing me to twist my ankle and jar my neck when I stepped back onto his foot while moving away from the counter was all part of the fun, and I'm sure one day I'll look back in fondness at the time spent with my babies. But today it just all seems too hard.
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