Bad Me

I am so bad! How bad am I? I am so bad that I am not-so-secretly hoping that Hubby can't get time off from work and we won't be able to go to his step-sister's wedding.

Why would I wish for this? I'm not sure...because I'm not a nice person? That is the only good reason I can come up with and it's not that good. I guess I'm just not that into weddings. For one thing, weddings are one of the most stressful things a person could inflict on themselves and others. We are led to believe that a wedding day should be perfect and even if I am not in the wedding (say I'm just a guest) I still feel pressure to make sure that I am as close to perfect as I can get so I don't ruin the "happy couple's" perfect day. Dumb, I know. But am I really the only one that feels this way?

I would rather take my son to see The Wiggles in concert...this from the mom that refuses to take her son to Chucky Cheese because the thought of a bunch of poorly supervised children running around would stress me out. Too chaotic and control freak me couldn't handle that.

I am also dreading the stress that my wonderful step-mother-in-law (and I do mean that she is wonderful) will be passing along to all of us that make the mistake of getting within her radar range. She won't mean to do it, but she will have the rest of us so stressed (mostly from trying to keep her from stressing out and having an emotional breakdown) that it just won't be fun. I mean, just planning a bridal shower with the woman had me going in for extra massages! She can't make up her mind, has unrealistic expectations and begs for your advice but doesn't really want it!

Oh well. I've survived worse. I'm just not a nice person...or maybe I'm just one of those people that always have to have something to bitch about and this is my current thing. It doesn't really matter. This too shall pass.

Later.