So last week I had my first wedmare. It was pretty rough. I dreamt that I woke up late on my wedding day, had 45 minutes to get ready AND get to the ceremony, that I forgot to put any make-up on and couldn’t find my dress. AGH.
I know, I know. This is not ‘down-to-earth bride’ behaviour. I’m sorry! I thought I was being so cool as well. Clearly my sub-conscious had a 6-month-before-the-wedding-freak-out/wake-up-call.
Where I hope I differ from bridezilla is that I kept my cool. I laughed it off. I said ‘I got this’.
I hope it’s just that I care. It miiiiight also because I did absolutely NO wedding planning stuff over Christmas so perhaps I need to pull my finger out. Sometimes our bodies are ever so clever aren’t they.
I’ve now got some wedding tasks done and last night I dreamt I was growing daffodils in my fireplace. I think all is well again. Bye bye wedmares, see you NEVER.