It served me right for saying it; I knew it was a mistake at the time but the “few little last minute bits” that I thought I had soooooo under control appear to have got the better of me. Bastards.The last ‘few details’ have pretty much had me occupied since last Friday and now make up all of next weeks diary, right up until we leave for Oxford… including that morning!

Time management has always come quite easily to me; or so I thought. Clearly this is only because up until now I haven’t had that many ‘time consuming’ things to manage!!!! There can’t be any other explanation…

One thing is for sure, there aren’t enough hours in the day. Period. Everyone says in the days leading up to the wedding you should try and relax… actually, no. That’s not true. What i have noticed over the past couple of weeks is 2 very distinct pieces of advice:

Male advice is always along the lines of making sure you relax in the last few days in the run up to the wedding, how it’ll all be fine, stay calm and don’t panic…

…For all those wives out there, I’m just going to let that sink in as you recall the week before your wedding….

Hmm. Exactly.

These comments, as well-meaning as they are, only illustrate one thing; if married they (like most men) clearly didn’t feel the need to assist their fiancé in the head-fuck that is planning a wedding and therefore don’t appreciate quite how much panic/stress is involved, or that phrases such as “don’t panic” and “stay calm” do little to alleviate any building stress. THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY OF MY LIFE. Don’t panic? DON’T PANIC?!?! Are you frickin’ kidding me?! If I had a gun, I’d shoot you.*

Advice from the women I notice skims over the ‘run up’ and focuses on making sure you just enjoy the day, how it flies by and you should try and take in every moment. This is because they are well aware how the last few days feel… the pendulum of emotions that swing from pure excitement to utter despair and back again. They wisely avoid even referencing this time… I should have cottoned on sooner!

Wedding’s do funny things to you. As an avid fan of Bridezillas I was waiting for the day ‘it’ happened, the day i woke up as one of them… ranting, raving… little did I know it happened about a month ago. Rob informed me last night; I’m still not sure I believe him though ;o)

So 5 days to go…. Arrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! No it’s fine. There may a fair bit still to do but it’s all planned out and d’you know what, we’re gunna be ok! Well… when I say ‘ok’ I mean Rob will be ok, I’m going to be a quivering bag of nervous mess, but y’know, that’s to be expected.

In all seriousness, I’m only stressing about the stuff that’s got to be done (which deep down I know will be done), not the day itself. I’m really looking forward to that. I just can’t wait to have a really good time with everyone, catch up with people we haven’t seen for a while, get pissed (mandatory) and have a bloody good dance!! Whooop-whooooooooooooooooooooop!!!!

*Only kidding. I know you all mean well, I’m only yanking ya chain.