OOPS!

Things have been humming along here as we go into the home stretch. The period of blissful nothingness is officially over. Now I seem to find myself in "holding panic at bay" mode.

Every night for the last week I open my eyes and I am fully awake in the middle of the night. My head is filled with random single items of things that need to be done before the wedding. For example, last night I woke up around 3:30 and sat straight up in bed with the thought "Pillows for ring bearers". The night before that it was "Must get CD with our song on it for wedding". Then I lay around for another hour trying to get to sleep, forcing myself to think about anything BUT the wedding, which is a mere 15 days away, so not thinking about it is easier said than done (except for Grant, who sleeps like a baby).

It's not just the middle of the night when these random "to do lists" hit me like lightning bolts. Monday I was at the gym on the elliptical trainer, watching the news and thinking about the health care crisis in America when all of a sudden I was almost knocked to the ground by the thought "I NEED TO GET SHOES FOR MY WEDDING!" I startedto hyperventilate (not from physical exertion), as I did not even have my dress back from the tailor, who I gave it to almost a month ago. Fortunately I did get it back yesterday, but this now means that instead of getting things ready around the house for my family's arrival I will spend the weekend in the mall searching for shoes to go with a an off-white dress that I can also walk on grass with. Not an easy task, I assure you.

Today was a big one. I was on the phone with my friend Lauren, who is also getting married this month, when giant billboard-sized letters in capital letters ablaze with electricity came across my brain. What did these say? Oh, nothing really important. Only a little thing called a MARRIAGE LICENSE!

In the words of Cathie the cartoon, "ACK-ACK-ACK!!" I wanted to pull my hair out and rub ashes on myself in shame because I had not remembered this crucial detail. How could I have been so stupid? So negligent? So lax?!

Ten I remembered. That wasn't my department. That was one of the very few jobs Grant had been delegated. And I recalled him actually looking into it after I reminded him, yet again, of his obligation. What he said, approximately 1 month ago, was "Oh it's good for 60 days so we don't have to worry about it for a while." Really? What's "a while"? Is it less than 2 weeks before we get married? What are the chances he would have remembered had I not had one of those moments that makes me run screaming for the Xanax? How much do you want to bet that we would not have gotten it in time, and I would have had to try and pull the strings of my judge friends to get the license at the last minute? That is a bet I would take, and I never take bets I cannot win.

I am getting sick and tired of this. I need to rest. I need a freaking break! And love him as I do, Grant is no genius when it comes to remembering thing. (He isn't as bad as his friend Laurel, who called yesterday wanting to know where the bachelor party was that night. I had to explain to him that the wedding was in 2 weeks, and while there is no bachelor party, we would be happy to see him since he came all the way down from Seattle.)

So, I made a list. It's called "Grant's To-Do List Before the Wedding." It contains the things that he has to get done, no excuses. No "I'll do it when I get home from surfing." It says things like "get hair cut" and "Book place to stay in Monte Verde for honeymoon." Last on the list is my favorite.

"Do not disagree with anything Sonia says needs to be done in the next two weeks, smile, and get it done."

I'll give him the list when he gets home today from surfing. After I smack him in the side of the head for forgetting this!