Three days to go before I get married for the third time. I know “you must be mad” I hear you cry! This time I know it will be good. I know this man better than I know my own children!
I am surprisingly calm – or so I thought. Everything’s bought and paid for, the cars are organised, I have my frock, the buffet is booked as is the entertainment and I have two pairs of shoes, just in case and everything in the garden is rosy. Until I go to sleep that is.
Now sleep for me, is a loose term to describe what happens to a menopausal 53 year old, who is overweight (or under-tall depending on your way of looking at things), when she turns in for the night. As I have blogged before about my menopausal madness I won’t bore you with the detail, you can search for related posts. It is not really sleep in the true sense of the word though.
While I am seemingly calm, my sub-conscious is wreaking havoc with my sleep patterns and I keep waking frequently thinking I have missed the wedding because I have not booked the cars, or I can’t find my dress or the latest because I fell asleep on the beach and woke up at 5.45 when I was supposed to be there at 4.00pm! All this in between flushes, chills and frequent trips to the loo…I have already got my luggage for the Funny-moon, the bags are under my eyes!
I have been awake at 04.00 for the past three nights and I counted the hours of sleep I have had in the last three days… 12 hours of broken sleep this is not good and my memory is now shot to pieces? Who am I? Who am I marrying? What honeymoon?
I have to work up until Thursday and I have Friday off, one day before the wedding for last minute running around. I’m sure it will all be ok on the day but I just wish I could sleep so that I look half human on the photographs…keep calm and carry on….Granny!