I am still working out the post about the wedding in my head.  What I am coming to realize is that the process of getting married, contrary to what I thought and hoped for, does not stop with the wedding and reception.  I’m not talking about the maturing of a relationship, that’s an entirely other blog post (or quite a few come to think of it, since that is what we’ll be doing for the rest of our lives).  What I’m talking about is the business of getting married.  The months of planning that went into the ceremony and the reception.  Then there was the honeymoon (which was PERFECT).  Now there is the paperwork: the thank you notes and the changing of my name and putting each others’ names on bank accounts and credit cards, figuring out the finances and the savings and insurance.

But I could not let this blog stagnate any more.  My poor blog has been sorely neglected in the last few weeks.  Seriously, NaBloPoMo needs to hurry up and get here because I am in need of some serious posting rehab.

Part of me has been hesitant to write in here because I know you guys want the Official Wedding Rehash.  Part of me (the anal retentive part) feels like I shouldn’t post anything else until I post that.  But I’m still working on it in my head.  I know that you guys will be happy with a bulleted post but I want it to be something more.  I dunno.  Maybe I’m building it up too much in my own head?  That certainly wouldn’t be a new activity for me!

So no wedding post yet.  But soon.  Hopefully.  Hopefully BEFORE NaBloPoMo.

I had every intention of making this blog post the very first thing I did once we returned from wedding/honeymooning and got back to real life.  Instead, I (sort of) cleaned up my kitchen, started sorting through excess reception stuff and today I did five loads of laundry.  I’ve e-mailed clients to let them know that I am back for work.  I’ve set up a lunch date/meeting with Wendy to start putting together what could be the greatest project in the history of the universe.  I’ve (we’ve) purchased a new vacuum cleaner.  I’ve started writing this blog post at least a dozen times in my brain.  But you know what? I’m not sure if I’m ready yet.

For all of my “oh my god I just want to be married and have this whole event be done!” crying/wailing/meltdowning that I did before the wedding now that I actually am married and life is supposed to be getting back to “normal” I don’t know if I’m ready yet.  I definitely have post-big!-exciting!-and!-stressful!-but!-turned!-out!-great!-activity let down.  I’ve been dragging my feet on putting things away and cleaning up the kitchen.  The dozen roses that sat on the table next to the cake at the reception (I think that’s where they sat, everything is kind of a blur) have all wilted (thankfully, a couple of them “died pretty” so I’ll be saving them) but I can’t bring myself to take them out of the vase and throw them away…though this is partly because Will and I are hoping we can still salvage a couple of clippings from them.  My dining room table looks like it was decorated by Tim Burton…and a packrat.

The truth is that it was perfect.  Everything went swimmingly.  No drama.  No bickering.  No tantrums.  The only regret I have is that I didn’t have time to really talk with and take pictures with everyone at the reception (but, thanks to photoshop, later on we can make it look like I did!).

The play by play account will show up in the next couple of days.  For now I’m still in blissful newlywed, not ready to get down to real life, limbo.  In the meantime:

The Newlyweds!

I should totally be sleeping right now.  Instead I am wrapping up the playlist for the reception.  Now I have to burn the whole thing onto CDs and then I might clean my kitchen because I am just not tired.  At all.  I was at around 11:30 when I was finishing up the favors but now? Not so much.

People, I am getting married in just a little bit more than nine and a half hours.

And everybody said “make sure to get some rest.”

Ha. ha hahahahahahahahahaha.

Ha.

One week from right now? I will be married.  MAR.RIED.

In six days.  Six.

Just sayin’.

I had two goals:

1.  To bring in enough money that we could survive comfortably through the month of September without having to stress out about getting the bills paid or buying groceries.

2.  To get all of my work projects compeltely finished by Friday so that I will be able to drop everything and entertain Will’s Dad when he gets here (for the record, we do not know exactly when he will be arriving.  He isn’t one for pesky details like that).

It is quite possible that, in an attempt to accomplish the first I have over extended myself and might not be able to accomplish the second.  I wrote out all of the things I have to write over the next few days and, um, might have had a tiny panic attack.

Obviously these are self imposed goals otherwise this would be a wholly different blog post.  But still.  Too much to do!

And I haven’t even let myself think (much) about the stuff that I still need to do for the wedding (hello putting favors together I’m looking right. at. you)!