And, well, look: I understand that this must be a common thing that girls are dealing with all the time in wedding world. It's just that, of all the troublesome things I'm wrestling with in these last precious days, my man not doing things is not among the concerns. If anything, it's kind of been the other way around. My partner-in-crime is in Getting Things Done mode, and sometimes, it's all I can do to keep up.
He has single-handedly constructed our pig-shaped pinata, a process that's taken almost a week, seven layers of paper-mache, and one very big balloon.
He also ended up being the person to sew together the fifty or sixty feet of pennants that I was very excited about six months ago but never managed to actually assemble. My dear stepmother offered some initial instruction on the sewing machine, but my man took it from there, sewing away long after I'd called it a night.
He's also managed to transfer our giant wedding music playlist onto a compatible computer, led the charge on both our coleslaw and our potato salad, mowed a giant chunk of my parents' even gianter lawn, reminded me to call the tent rental guy, washed his fair share of canning jars and cute vintage tableware, met with Mike the Pig Roaster to discuss Saturday's game plan, and done pretty much every thing else that seems to suddenly need doing here in the final hours before the Big Day.
Oh, and he's also been spray painting these awesome toy animals for our "table number" scheme. Yes, we stole the idea from Martha, but since when was that a bad idea?
Here's hoping that those of you that are planning weddings have been fortunate enough to find a partner who wants to share in the fun. I'm constantly being reminded of what a lucky girl I am.
Three days to go. This thing is really happening. There's no going back now...