Phew! Recap for this week.
It was a short work week for a lot of us, but that doesn't mean it was simple at all.
It started New Years Eve. We spent our time after midnight heading to the emergency room as our good friend has a seizure while playing cards with us. It was all very scary. I was so thankful that Brian doesn't really drink and had consumed nothing that night. He was able to drive our friend and his wife (I went too) to the hospital. All is well. Our friend will be just fine.
Then, Tuesday I get not one, but 2 emails from Brian's mom stating all kinds of strange things. She's never received the guest list (sent it twice), never received rehersal dinner list (sent 3 times!), she's tired of being left in the dark, she hopes that our guest list is still at 250 (it never was) because of the added expense for the beer and wine (which they OFFERED to handle). I flipped my lid. Brian and I ended up going to his parents for dinner and tried to talk with his mom. It didn't go very well.
First she got into a screaming match with Brian about someone on the list I don't even know (she doesn't want them coming). Then she FREAKED out about the fact that the vendors all have to be paid in advance. She said they were all taking us for a ride and she wasn't going to pay anyone a cent until after the final product. I tried to explain that it won't work that way and her suggestion was to tell people who our families were. I finally looked at her and said, "No one is going to give a shit. No one cares who you are or who I am, then just want to be paid for their service." Anyway, it went on and on about how she knows how to deal with contracts and she wants to see them all. Okay. Then she pulled the, "Well, only if you *want* to share them with me." Fine.
Moving on to flowers. I attempted explaining what the florist has planned. One example are kissing balls to hang at the end of the pews heading down the aisle. I've always wanted that. But, they have a price, and I had thought to hang them on every 3rd pew to save money. Well, Brian's mom butted in with her thoughts to make the balls only half way around because no one will see the back side. I explained that the florist plans to turn the kissing balls into topiaries for the reception and that they'd need to be full spheres. I guess she felt like I one up'd her with my response so, she came back with the arguement that decorating every third pew wasn't going to be enough and that I needed to order more and decorate every other pew because it wasn't going to look right. UGH!
Of course Brian was gone by this point so I am once again ALONE with Brian's mom and then she starts telling me that Brian is to plan the honeymoon and that I need to stay out of it. I need to let him "surprise" me. (BTW, I don't like surprises). On top of that, she is planning the rehersal dinner at a "SECRET" location which will not be disclosed and I am to have no involvement whatsoever. Great! What a fabulous thing to do to someone with OCD.
Then it was on to the budget. She thought it was crazy that Brian's contribution for the wedding, which is monetarily equal to mine, should go solely towards the honeymoon. And that being said she doesn't want any of her contribution to go towards anything but the reception. So the budget I made she wrote all over. She doesn't want any of her money going to towards our wedding bands or the wedding night hotel, because those are our responsiblity. And furthermore, she doesn't want my dress included in the general budget. I even pulled up websites to show her how everything is written for example wedding budgets. And she said, "Well, you've already paid for your dress, haven't you?" Well, yes, I have. I've already shelled out $3000 for deposits.
Work emergency...gotta run.
It started New Years Eve. We spent our time after midnight heading to the emergency room as our good friend has a seizure while playing cards with us. It was all very scary. I was so thankful that Brian doesn't really drink and had consumed nothing that night. He was able to drive our friend and his wife (I went too) to the hospital. All is well. Our friend will be just fine.
Then, Tuesday I get not one, but 2 emails from Brian's mom stating all kinds of strange things. She's never received the guest list (sent it twice), never received rehersal dinner list (sent 3 times!), she's tired of being left in the dark, she hopes that our guest list is still at 250 (it never was) because of the added expense for the beer and wine (which they OFFERED to handle). I flipped my lid. Brian and I ended up going to his parents for dinner and tried to talk with his mom. It didn't go very well.
First she got into a screaming match with Brian about someone on the list I don't even know (she doesn't want them coming). Then she FREAKED out about the fact that the vendors all have to be paid in advance. She said they were all taking us for a ride and she wasn't going to pay anyone a cent until after the final product. I tried to explain that it won't work that way and her suggestion was to tell people who our families were. I finally looked at her and said, "No one is going to give a shit. No one cares who you are or who I am, then just want to be paid for their service." Anyway, it went on and on about how she knows how to deal with contracts and she wants to see them all. Okay. Then she pulled the, "Well, only if you *want* to share them with me." Fine.
Moving on to flowers. I attempted explaining what the florist has planned. One example are kissing balls to hang at the end of the pews heading down the aisle. I've always wanted that. But, they have a price, and I had thought to hang them on every 3rd pew to save money. Well, Brian's mom butted in with her thoughts to make the balls only half way around because no one will see the back side. I explained that the florist plans to turn the kissing balls into topiaries for the reception and that they'd need to be full spheres. I guess she felt like I one up'd her with my response so, she came back with the arguement that decorating every third pew wasn't going to be enough and that I needed to order more and decorate every other pew because it wasn't going to look right. UGH!
Of course Brian was gone by this point so I am once again ALONE with Brian's mom and then she starts telling me that Brian is to plan the honeymoon and that I need to stay out of it. I need to let him "surprise" me. (BTW, I don't like surprises). On top of that, she is planning the rehersal dinner at a "SECRET" location which will not be disclosed and I am to have no involvement whatsoever. Great! What a fabulous thing to do to someone with OCD.
Then it was on to the budget. She thought it was crazy that Brian's contribution for the wedding, which is monetarily equal to mine, should go solely towards the honeymoon. And that being said she doesn't want any of her contribution to go towards anything but the reception. So the budget I made she wrote all over. She doesn't want any of her money going to towards our wedding bands or the wedding night hotel, because those are our responsiblity. And furthermore, she doesn't want my dress included in the general budget. I even pulled up websites to show her how everything is written for example wedding budgets. And she said, "Well, you've already paid for your dress, haven't you?" Well, yes, I have. I've already shelled out $3000 for deposits.
Work emergency...gotta run.