We’re two days away from the wedding. TWO. DAYS. (Yes, I’ve been counting. Yes, I’ve lost all sense of time. Yes, I may or may not have had a small panic attack while folding napkins.)
Family is… well, they’re doing their thing. My sister can’t come — she has two kids under two, it’s a long drive, and flights are expensive. Totally understandable but its still sucks. My little brother? Selfish asshole. Out. No explanation given. My dad may or may not show because apparently the universe, his job, and COMMON SENSE are all conspiring against him — even though he requested time off EIGHT MONTHS AGO and got approval from a manager who is now DEAD TO THE COMPANY.
Hector still isn’t talking to his family either. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know. (Seriously, WHO EVEN KNOWS?) But honestly? They better get their butts in gear, because when I get pregnant, none of this “nobody talking to anyone” nonsense is gonna fly. If I’m stuck a state away from my support system, I will make it everyone’s problem. And yes, I will guilt-trip, nag, and possibly blackmail them into participating in my child’s life.
Me? I’m broke. Like, “pray-to-the-budget-gods” broke. Somehow, somehow, we’re making this wedding happen in a friend’s backyard with love, chaos, duct tape, snacks, tears, and maybe a little screaming into the void.
My mom is literally making my dress and showing up on the day of the wedding with my entire outfit — hats off to her, but also panic levels: high.
And I’m sure whatever can and will go wrong will go wrong. I mean, the weather may decide to literally flood us — doubtful but when’s the last time it rained on Halloween? Someone might trip on the garden hose. I might have to share my wedding day with the Dodgers. After last night’s game… I can’t ignore my guests for six hours to watch baseball. I love the Dodgers, I love the game, but I love my people more. Sorry, mom, love, and marriage… also go Dodgers?
Chaos is coming for us, and it will take no prisoners. But somehow, somehow, it’s happening. Somehow, love, duct tape, a mom with sewing superpowers, and sheer panic are enough.
