Night Terrors

Yikes! The past few nights have been horrendous. Let me tell you…I have woken up in a state of sheer panic with a total sense of doom. What are these terrors about you ask? THE WEDDING…cue twilight zone/ jaws music. Mayo Clinic (2010) describes night terrors as the following:

“Night terrors are episodes of fear, flailing, and screaming while asleep. Night terrors often are paired with sleep walking. Although night terrors are more common in children, they also affect adults. A night terror episode usually lasts only a few minutes.”

While I am not sleep walking, I am pretty sure I flail and scream. Positive I screamed last night. My night terrors about the wedding range from the invitations to the ceremony. Last night I dreamt that it was the day before the wedding and we were just sending out invitations. The day of the wedding we did not have the programs printed and two groomsmen did not have their tuxes. In this past week I dreamed that my mom picked out all the music without asking me and it was so random and not wedding-like. Last night the caterer did not show up, we were locked out of the reception venue with only hours to spare, and my sister’s hair was awful. Usually if I am having a bad dream I can wake up and snap out of it…not these terrors! It is like pushing pause on TiVo, as soon as I fall back to sleep it starts back up right where it left off. It is driving me insane.

The first thing I did this morning was text my mom to share these terrible dreams. She thinks I am just stressing out because everything I am worried about are things that are not quite final. We haven’t sent out invitations, but are planning to the second week of April seeing as how the wedding isn’t until June. We decided to wait until a couple weeks before to print programs in case something comes up/ things change/ someone has to back out, etc. The groomsmen are being total delinquents and only three out of seven have been fitted for their tuxes (HINT HINT HINT). We do not know for sure when we will get the reception venue as we have to wait until a week before to see if it is rented on Friday night…if not we can get it that night, if it is, we get it Saturday morning at 9. I know my mom would never pick out music without asking me! The caterer is booked, we just have to have our “final” meeting. And as far as my sister’s hair…I don’t know about that one. We both missed Hair 101 in girl school so maybe that’s where it is stemming from…who knows.

So here lies the question…is this normal? Am I really just stressing out over the little details and driving myself crazy? Does this mean my wedding will actually be fine? Please, oh please, give me good news! Thanks for reading my rambles and Happy Saturday!

Happy Birthday "Quin"

     Today is my wonderful baby sister's birthday. She is 19. Wow. I cannot believe she is almost a grown up! I remember talking to her when she was in utero. I would sing her the Barney theme song and ask her when she was coming out to play. On the night of her arrival I could not wait to get my hands on her, but seeing as how she waited until almost midnight, I was left alone in the hospital waiting room with my Little Mermaid sleeping bag to ward off kidnappers while they celebrated her birth without me...*sigh*.
     However, over the nexts days, weeks, months, and years I had plenty of time with her. She was my rag doll, playmate, "baby sis", and most of all best friend. I do not know what I would do without her. Some days I feel like she is all I have in the world. I know no matter how mad we get at each other, eventually we will laugh it off and be right back to where we were. She knows everything about me. She is the one who can make me sane again when I have spun out of control into another looney dimension. I thank God for the blessing he gave me when he chose her out of all the potential genetic combinations. When he placed her in my mom's belly, he knew everything I would need in a sister and friend.
     This is probably going to sound insanely crazy to some of you, but humor me. When my mom found out she was pregnant with me, intially there were two heart beats--I was a twin. Well, as most of you know, I do not have a twin sister or brother for that matter, so at some point my sweet twin was lost. If you know me and my sister at all, you know that we are so much alike in many ways. Liza and I have always said that she was my twin and since she is the dramatic one (wink wink) she decided that she needed to wait a little longer to come out and requested she be taken out and put back in at a later date ( or maybe I wanted the spotlight and removed her...who knows :), hence, her being three and a half years younger than me, yet still my twin spirit. Another weird factor, from the moment she was conceived she tried to come out. Mom was on bedrest from 16 weeks on because the little diva wanted to make her grand entrance already. We all joke that she had already waited three and a half years and she was now ready to meet her twin with her own special entrance. Needless to say, I love this girl more than anything in the world! She is my heart and I do not know what I would do without her. Thank God for sisters! I love you "twin"!

So now that I have successfully made you think I am crazier than you already thought, I hope you enjoyed this post about my favorite sister. If you have a sister, hug her tight and tell her you love her!