In the planning of this wedding, it was my thought that I would be the hit girl for stress so that Maggie wouldn’t feel overwhelmed and worn out by the time the big day came.
As someone who gets anxious when I have to go to a different ATM or gas pump, who was I kidding?
In reality, the coolest girl in the room was always the bride. I, on the other hand, was freaking out daily. I was not sleeping or eating very well worrying about the details, and repeatedly asked about the logistics like I had short-term amnesia. When any of those details got changed, which by the way happens constantly in Weddingville, I got the vapors.
The night before the wedding the kids were chatting and Will mentioned that he was meeting Nate in the morning. MEETING NATE? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE HELPING DAD SET UP! NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. NO, YOU TELL HIM YOU CAN’T BE THERE.
The Bride said the groomsmen were going to Panera for breakfast. Panera? Seriously? I’ll buy Panera for all of you, but nobody AND I MEAN NOBODY can leave this house. To which I was told that there are certain responsibilities involved in standing up in a wedding and apparently danish is one of them.
I paced. I called The Big Daddy into a consult behind closed doors and he agreed with everything I said. I might have been shrieking.
Later on, Will came in to tell me that Nate wanted the groomsmen to deliver roses to Maggie in the morning, and so they were going to meet at his apartment, get the roses, bring them by the house and then go about the rest of their day.
Oh.
When you act like an idiot, sooner or later you will look like one.