Love Under the Moon: Chaos Ensues

The week before our wedding was complete insanity. It all started Tuesday night when we loaded up the car and prepared for our three hour trip upstate. Mr. Coyote was having unexplainable back pains, I hadn't slept in two days due to nerves and we left way later than expected. We spent most of the car ride arguing over things that I can't even remember now and didn't get to my parents' house until 1 AM. Ouch. On Wednesday we were still a bit huffy with each other, but there was no time for bickering. I had a dentist appointment and we still had to purchase the gifts for our wedding party. In between all that we also managed to squeeze in our first (and only) dance lesson!

Honestly, the day wasn't too crazy and the dance lesson helped loosen us up and forget about our early arguments. But our to-do list for Thursday kept growing and I was starting to feel the pressure. I was looking forward to getting everything over with early in the day so I could relax in the afternoon with Mr. Coyote and MOH D.

Right. Thursday morning we headed out to pick up our marriage license. Also a disaster. The woman entered everything into the computer sooooo slooooowly and messed up the form like three times and had to start allllll over again. It was excruciating.

No, seriously. Are we done here yet?!

We finally finished up and booked it to the tux shop so Mr. Coyote could pick up his tux. I didn't really start to freak out until about halfway through the tux appointment. What I thought was going to be a 30 minute fitting turned into an hour and a half ordeal. While I appreciate that they were so thorough with us I still do not understand what the fuck they were doing back there. Did they sew him an entirely new tuxedo?! To this day, I am not completely sure what happened. All I know is that we were way behind whatever arbitrary schedule I made up in my head and had reached my limit for the day.

And that was when Mr. Coyote informed me that he had no clothes for the honeymoon. Now, I know my darling husband is a procrastinator. Most of the time it is quite endearing and I just roll my eyes at him like any loving wife would do. But seriously?! It was two days before the wedding and my patience was spent. I wanted to be at home, relaxing and basking in my last few days as a bride. (Spoiler alert: That didn't happen.)

Instead we spent the next two hours clothes shopping for Mr. Coyote. Meanwhile my maid of honor (who was oblivious to the chaos that was my life) was texting me every half hour asking why I wasn't hanging out in the pool with her. And with every text that came in I became more and more stressed out and eventually took it all out on Mr. Coyote because ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS HANG OUT IN THE POOL WITH MY MAID OF HONOR BUT MY FUTURE HUSBAND WAS A FREAKIN' TOOLFACE WHO DECIDED TO GO CLOTHES SHOPPING TWO DAYS BEFORE HIS WEDDING.

Deep breaths.

Eventually I ate a sandwich and calmed the eff down. Mr. Coyote purchased an entirely new wardrobe, we finished wrapping all of the wedding party gifts and I poured myself glass of wine. Actually it was more like five glasses of wine, but it's okay because my maid of honor came over, my brother acted like a complete idiot to cheer me up (or because he was also drunk. I'm really not sure. Let's just go with the first one.) and all was right with the world.

He's special.

Were the days leading up to your wedding super stressful? Did you fight with your fiance over stupid things like clothes shopping and tuxedo fittings a few days before your wedding?

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