I'm actually dreading writing this as I know it's gonna take me forever.... Think i'll need to do it in installments.....
Ok.... Friday 23rd...
Woke up at 7am as we were heading through to Aberfoyle with everything we needed for the weekend and I had to rinse my spray tan off. I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON!!! So not a good start. Got everything together, woke up 3 crabbit, sleepy kids and heading up to my parents to load eveything into my dad's gardening van. I drove up with my dad and my niece and Ali drove up with my other niece and our 2 girls. When we arrived in Aberfoyle, it was raining really heavily and the grounds at Forest Hills were soggy and covered in puddles. Ali and my dad then headed back to Glasgow to dump the van and come back up. On the way up, Ali had the realisation that when he tried his kilt on the previous night the plaid wasn't in the bag... So I phoned the kilt shop, no problem, one being looked out, best man will collect on his way up.
Up in the hotel me and all my wee girls went exploring, walking around the grounds, picnics, puddle jumping etc. My brother in law arrived early afternoon with my mum and sis and other niece then he went back to Glasgow. I opened up the bag with the plaid... wrong tartan!!
Phoned kilt shop again and they were going to try and get one up to Aberfoyle but no luck so had to phone Hubby to go back into Glasgow... not amused...
At this point me and my mum decided to go for a spot of lunch and a wander in Aberfoyle, let all the boys stress now as i've been doing all the legwork for past 2 years. We went for a couple of glasses of wine and waited on Ali's mum and niece arriving from Dundee, all in all a nice wee afternoon chilling in the rain.
We booked a table for dinner and all headed back to the hotel to chill out until all the boys arrived back from Glasgow after ditching all the cars except ours.
Spent the next few hours doing last minute stuff and generally chilling out. There was a wedding on Friday afternoon so we stayed away as much as possible to let them enjoy it.
Went into Aberfoyle later on with all the folks, kids, brothers, sisters, and a few of my mates who were staying on the Friday, had a great wee night, still not stresses in the slightest. Very laid back and chilled out. Headed back to hotel fairly early as all the girls had to get their hair washed for the next day as hairdresses wanted 2nd day hair.
This is around about the point me and Hubby had a huge fall out as while I was running about getting all the kids sorted for bed, showered etc etc he was in bar with best man getting hammered. Not amused. I then tried to finish my seating plan and the frame smashed... cue lots of tears and me phoning him at 11.50pm and slamming phone down......
Didn't get a lot of sleep surprisingly.
Woke up nice and early as the hairdressers were coming at 9 and we had a lot of heads being done. Had breakfast and headed to my mum's room for the getting ready. I was still in a foul mood about previous night but was trying not to let it bug me... trying!!
Hairdressers arrived and the next 4 hours are a total blur of straighteners and hairspray. All my bridesmaids were looking amazing and so glamourous that the nerves started to kick in. I sent one of the kids up to Ali with a note saying, I love you, cant wait to be your wife, see you at 2... Mrs T.... He replied with...... A can of Irn Bru!!!
Was still holding it together when my friend arrived to do my makeup, armed with champagne and a gift from her and my bridesmaid with some la senza post wedding clothingand a lovely card, saying how we've been friends through all of the frogs and how they are so happy mine turned into a prince....
Finally.... tears started and reality hit.......