Trying very hard

Now, perhaps it was a bad decision to have two glasses of wine (to celebrate the kitchen clearing-out I did, and the selling of the wine glasses – more on the latter tomorrow) and then try to write out lists of all the things I need to do to move and to get married in the next six-plus weeks. Actually, it was probably a very bad decision. Add to that the fact that it is midnight and it’s not plausible to call anyone on the phone right now…. Had the wine not mellowed me out slightly, I think I’d be having a Bridezilla moment right now. You see, the lists of things to do are huge. And the time is so short. And I’m freaking out a bit about that right now. I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to get myself moved out of here in 6 weeks. I’m not sure how we’re going to get everything that needs to get done for the wedding completed in the next six weeks. I’m especially not sure how we’re going to get both of those things accomplished. Hence the freaking out. Laid-back freaking out, of course, because I’m super tired and all wined-up. I’m going to temporarily block all thoughts about the upcoming semester for which I am also not prepared.

Sigh. I know it will all be OK, and this post should be filled under “why Kelly should not blog after midnight.” But right now I’d like a hug. This is where living with would come in handy. Six weeks. 51 days, to be exact. I would be impatient were I not all wined-up.

Unrelated: had a nice post on her blog that invited “your mom” jokes in the comments. You should add yours. Really.