Bear with me-I'm stressed to the gills and just need somewhere to vent it all before I hurt my FI or drop dead of a heart attack before the wedding.
1) Beanie baby is cutting molars. I thought the first 7 were bad (4 in at once, then 3 in at once). I was wrong. She woke up every 20 minutes last night screaming. I tried everything in the arsenal. She finally went to sleep when I took one of my (unused) toothbrushes, put some Orajel on it, and brushed her gums REALLY hard. This was at 5:20 this morning.
2) I finalized the cake order yesterday, based on discussions I had previosuly with FI. It's a tiered crepe cake with vanilla cream between the crepes, and will be served with raspberry and chocloate sauces. So I tell FI that I had put the order in while we were at the bank drive thru. After he told the teller that he was withdrawing cash for our marriage license. All hell broke loose-"What? No, I wanted different fruit filling between the layers! How could you not dicuss this with me!?" I told him I put in the order based on what he told me and the planner. Him: "Have you even tasted this?" Me (sarcastically): "No, I bought our wedding cake blind without knowing anything about it. Of course I've tasted it! You have too! And I ordered what YOU wanted! And you're yelling at me about a cake you won't even have time to eat!!!" At this point the teller is cracking up.
3) We go get the license. I then discover how he deals with life events: by going to a local ice cream shop. I'm diabetic, so I order a diet Coke. He proceeds to have a meltdown because I won't eat ice cream. At this point, I've had enough. I yell at him "No comas this week!" and stomp out to the car. He did apologize for that one pretty quickly.
4) Our house is a wreck and I can't get anything done after work because the bean is teething and in high-maintenance mode. I ask him to get all his junk off the table. Him: "But that's your job." So I threw it ALL in a bag and put it in the trash. He stomped like a 2 year old, retrieved the bag, and started sorting. ALL the stuff was back on the table this morning. I told him if it was still there when I got home, it was going in the burn barrel.
For the record, I offered to go to Vegas. I apparently have a groomzilla.