Friday, August 21, 2015

Warning: rant ahead...

So, I was able to speak on the phone to the hostess (brides' family friend) who's allowing us to have the Rehearsal Dinner in her home.  Bride's idea.  Outside by the pool.  I'm thinking flies and heat.  We'll need to haul six tables and 40 chairs from the church to her house across town.  Do I sound a tad disgruntled?  Just a tad.  Need to dump this angst.

I was fine yesterday, feeling a little empowered by my ideas about the food, handling the pre-cooking and freezing of the BBQ, and buying little-by-little the odds and ends.

Then I spoke to her.  Was in my heart hoping she had some seating already.  Uh, no.  I will say, though, that she was awfully sweet on the phone.  Very Southern.

I think it's the actually getting of the tables/chairs that's rankling me.  Getting six heavy tables up from the church basement, not having a pick up truck anymore and having to depend on someone else to help us move them from one site to another.  The bride's mother has a new truck and offered, but I'm thinking, "Your daughter is getting married that week....do you really want to do this for us?"  So you say to me, "Well, she brought it up."

My life.  I'm just so darned irritable.

And with the hoopla regarding all the expense, I'm thinking I feel a bit like a redneck.  Okay, maybe I am sometimes a redneck, but I just want to get this right.  Feel in control and not manipulated by strong-minded women.  

I should take a lesson from my husband.  He's just doing his thing at work, not focusing on the wedding except to say, "Man, I'll be glad when this is over.  Do we have to be in any of the pictures?"

Yeah, so much enthusiasm.

Do you understand?  Marriage to an unbeliever is unfortunate.  I believe our son has a working knowledge of the Lord, but hasn't made a firm commitment, and his bride has no interest whatsoever.  Focus on buying so many things (bride and parents) and the Lord isn't any part of it.  Rent-a-preacher to perform the ceremony.  I'm sorry, but this doesn't make me happy.  I try for everyone to appear glad, but in private (and here on this blog), it's not that way.

Okay.  Today and tomorrow I'll walk away.  Give it some air.  We meet the hostess and see her house Sunday night.  That'll be good.  One step at a time.  

Time to think on something else.  Ready, set, go.