...and had a bridezilla moment.
I am at the end of my weathered rope today and I lost it and I feel like shiit because I lost it on my dad.
My wedding is in THREE days. Today my brother, a GM, found out he can come. Great, I am so happy that he can be there, for sure this time. Then I talk to my dad and I find out that he has to bring his two German Shepherds (he lives 6 hours away). This is because he has not kept their shots up so they can't go to a kennel for a couple of days. They had to have had their shots for 30 days.
I lost it. Clearly nobody had thought this through until now, THREE days before the wedding. Which is normal right, because I mean, other than the bride and groom, nobody is supposed to give a sh*it right, esp. not the bride's family, or you know, a 29 year-old brother who accepted to be in the wedding party over a year ago. But whatever...as my father said, he is going through a rough patch. Ah yes, the rough patch...the 12 year long rough patch. I get one effing day but that is too much to ask for in 12 years. I have to be understanding of his inability to plan more than ten minutes ahead of time. I know, it's just two dogs. But now those two dogs have to be stuck in a motel for 12 hours. Which my dad says is fine because they are at home for that long when he is at work (my brother)...oh wait, he has only been at work for 3 days. For the past 6 months he has been sitting on his *ss doing nothing. Granted, he had a job before that, but still, the two dogs are going to be in a new surrounding for 12 hours and my brother won't be able to check up on them.
But it's fine, I shouldn't worry my dad says. Why would I, this whole process has been so easy, from us paying for their tuxes, chasing them for measurements, not knowing if one of them could come, to this...clearly I have nothing to worry about.
So I lost it on my dad (and to be fair, by lost it, I meant I was honest and told him I wasn't happy, which typically I would never do, typically I would pretend that I am fine with all the messed up family stuff). And my dad said he is disappointed in me. So now I feel like shiit.
This is a post and run. I have to go pick up my dress. I just needed to vent. I know I sound like a biatch freaking out about nothing. I am just tired of my family being so effing complicated. I feel like it is the one thing I shouldn't have to worry about on top of all the other things I have to worry about. But w/e, it could always be worse...