Let’s just say that it’s taken me planning a wedding to realise what everyone already knew about me.
I am a massive control freak. Huge!! I like lists, I like to know what’s going on and when it’s happening.
But, I’d never labelled myself as a control freak. Until now…..
I thought it would be quite nice for MrA to have some involvement in the wedding, the pretty bits had pretty much been decided since day one, but, he hadn’t really had much input. It was more of a case that he said “yes” or “no” but never really suggested anything.
In a fit of wisdom, I tasked him with the honeymoon. It was more of “make it a surprise babe, I love being surprised”.
Did I really say that??? I flipping hate surprises. Birthday’s, Christmas “make it a surprise!”. I then worry if I have to do the whole “oh wow, it’s lovely!” face a la Rachel from Friends when I open up the gift (I will say that MrA has always done a sterling job and I’ve never had to make that face when he’s bought me anything in the past).
The only reason I like surprises is because I like the idea that the person surprising you has had to put some thought in to the gift – although I will hint as to what I’d like until I’m blue in the face.
I dislike surprises so much that our average dinner conversation (before I lived on nothing but chicken, rice and sweet potatoes went like this).
Mr A – “I’m in the supermarket, what do you fancy for dinner?”
Me – “I don’t know babe, why don’t you surprise me?”
ten minutes later……
Me “Hi babe, what’s for dinner?”
MrA – “But, I thought you wanted a surprise?”
Cue me freaking out about what we’re eating until I get home from work.
Ever since relinquishing honeymoon planning to MrA I have been a nightmare. Luckily, he finds this funny. He gets emails of amazing deals sent to him to give him a bit of an idea of what I’d like.
We both have different ideas of what an amazing holiday is. I love the sun, so anywhere with a bar and an amazing swimming pool is fine by me. MrA is a snow baby, he’d like to go somewhere remote and have a once in a lifetime skiing trip.
Last night he mentioned that the honeymoon should be booked by the end of this month and definitely won’t lay any hints. I just hope he’s listened to my
demands slightly tongue in cheek list.
- Not too many Americans, so that rules out the majority of the Caribbean
- Somewhere once in a lifetime that we couldn’t visit every time we wanted to go on holiday, so that rules out most of Europe
- Somewhere not everyone goes to on honeymoon, so that rules out Mauritius, Maldives, Seychelles etc
Poor guy has a task on his hands. The biggest thing is, and I hope he knows this, at the end of the day, I really won’t care where we go (I hope you’re not reading this MrA) as long as we’re together. Oh, and as long as it’s hot.