The night before the wedding I was up until 4:30 am finishing little details like the rest of the sheet music roses, the guest book stuff, packing for the wedding and honeymoon, and trying to figure out what we were going to use for the flower girl because we didn’t like any of the baskets we looked at. My daughter and my new grandson spent the night with us to help me get everything together and to help me with the last minute crafts. My daughter was amazing. She was so absolutely wonderful. And I really enjoyed having her and the baby there. I did, however, get panicked and become a bit of a Bridethulla. Not a great thing to have ADHD, anxiety, and a bit of OCD and be with someone who is a procrastinator and super laid back…But we managed (thanks to my daughter and FH to get everything done). What was extremely surprising to me was that not only did I become a bit panicked and a bit of a Bridethulla, but FH became a bit of a Groomthulla. FH really wanted my hair in big curls so my daughter flat-ironed my hair the night before the wedding so it wouldn’t be frizzy when we put the big curls in. (Mistake, no matter what some specialists say.) We also got all the makeup together, the perfume, a razor, extra undies, band-aids, Advil, those gel inserts for your shoes (for my daughter), and a few other things.
The morning of the wedding we got the stuff for the direction signs, which my friend Andy made and my daughter drew/colored/etc. We got all of our stuff together and put it in my daughter’s truck, and me and her and the baby drove to my parents. I drove there with my hair pulled back in a handkerchief, one of FH’s old work shirts on and a pair of capri’s with flip-flops.
FH and my daughter’s bf drove FH’s truck to go get the chairs we were renting, and to pick up the balloons to attach to the direction signs.
So we put the sheet music bouquets out on the table, I got in my “Bride” robe,
after getting some things together and organizing some things, and proceeded to get ready. Umm, after being interrupted several times, too many to count, and everyone telling me I didn’t need to get ready so early, UH!, I finally ignored them and began to get ready. I had to curl my hair, put makeup on, get my dress on, and other people needed to get ready as well. So, after being interrupted what felt like a million times I was so frustrated I needed to relax. One of my best friends went and got me a glass of wine. (Thank Goddess!!!)
Needless to say, when you have really curly hair and you flat-iron it, then try to put big curls in it–well let’s just say the big curls don’t hold so well in hair that has already been straightened.
My daughter curled my hair, but couldn’t get them to stay in, then my cousin tried. Then my daughter put makeup on me. It was really nice having my daughter and my cousin help me with all the girly stuff. I don’t really have any pics of my daughter putting makeup on me, because by that time I was so tired of being interrupted and hassled every time I turned around I banned people from the room. While we were waiting for the guys to all get in line I grabbed a quick minute for a cigarette (I was so stressed out!!!)
I was irritated because my hair wouldn’t hold the curl, and I am not the most patient person in the world and all I really wanted to do was see David…NO GO!!!