This is how every weekday evening conversation looks in our humble little townhome:
Me: Ok, check the list, what do we have to finish this week.
A: 1,2,3,...7,8,9....56,57,58 things to accomplish this week (reading the "to do wedding list")
Me: (inwardly cringing) What can we accomplish tonight? Let's try to cross something off completely tonight. Or let's make another list for the week. A list from the list. Something more manageable.
A: Can we go workout first?
And then 3 hours later, after all working out and showering and ingesting of some kind of dinner, and cleaning up the resultant mess of a kitchen, we are left with about 1 hour to accomplish shopping hysteria in which to buy necessary items to accomplish said wedding tasks before store close. Weekends are a rush to accomplish everything we didn't accomplish that week. we need more accomplishing, less stressing.
There are 54 days left, and I don't mean to nag (really I swear), but I'm ready to get to the fun part. Hah. Such a healthy attitude about marriage, I know. This accomplishing of random tasks is fun in it's own way, I just wish there weren't so many of them to stress about. We're all about balance and moderation here. Nag nag nag, complain, complain, complain.