Over committed? Maybe a bit...

I sometimes over commit myself. Not often, really, because I hate being a person who flakes or bails out on things. Struggling with depression and anxiety more than usual lately, I try not to commit because I just don't know what's going to hit me the day I'm supposed to do something. Unfortunately, that mostly applies to social events. If something doesn't involve personal interaction, sign me up.

I have a wedding in 12 days. (Yah, a LOT has happened since I last wrote on this here blog).  I don't have any time to take off work, so you'd think that I'd use my logical mind and say to myself, "You have a wedding to pull off and you work full-time, so you really shouldn't start any new projects." Right? Mmmhmm. That's what you'd think. 

May 11 is Eat What You Want Day AND National Hostess Cupcake Day, so my deployed soldier got this package.

Instead I managed to commit to the following: two Mother's Day care packages for caregivers of wounded soldiers, a birthday package for the caregiver of a wounded soldier (whose birthday is the day of my wedding), a postcard album for my dad for Father's Day that has to be done by the time of the wedding so I don't have to mail it and can actually give it to him in person, a trip out of town (5 hour round trip) to get my hair done so my roots don't look horrendous in the wedding pictures, a belated birthday present for a good friend, and a wedding gift for my darling husband.

One of the two caregiver packages going out this week for Mother's Day. Hoping my caregivers
will pamper themselves with some bath products and a great Lush gift pack!

The wedding is supposed to be simple and easy. Hahahaha! I kept waiting for it to plan itself. That didn't happen, so I got a belated start. Fortunately my friends are pulling together to help save the little sanity I have left. Since we're actually already married and just doing a ceremony because my husband wants the wedding dress, walk down the aisle, cake and pictures along with a reception so we can party with friends and family, we decided to just have fun with it. Except that getting people on to a military base for the ceremony takes some pre-planning. And no matter how many times I say "I don't care" to the friends who have volunteered to help with things, they keep asking me about DETAILS. I'm like the opposite of bridezilla. Bridezillas want everything exactly the way they pictured it. Me? I have no pictures in my head. I want to walk down the aisle in my orange dress and then party it up at my house afterward.

My attempts at a birthday gift for a friend - hand painted wine glass. This is obviously not my calling!

After an emotional meltdown over the past week, they've realized that I really don't care and they have free rein to do whatever they want to decorate (or not decorate) my home. The cake? As long as it tastes good, is blue and orange, and incorporates a football I’m good. A friend said he'd be glad to officiate our wedding:  ‘I'll happily don on the apparel of the priest from The Princess Bride and say a few things: "mawwage. Mawwage is wat bwings us togethah".’ My husband and I? We're all for that. We're already married, who cares?! 

So life is a little overwhelming at the moment. Wedding pictures to come. Probably some mortifying video to go with it. Stay tuned.