Bright, dewy-eyed brides with their dreams of the perfect husband, the perfect wedding, the perfect home. Dreams of a perfect future which may or may not include 2.5 perfect kids and a beautifully perfect 4 bedroom, 3 bath home in the suburbs.
Every bridal shower showcases this perfect, new love with paper hearts strewn across the room, gaggles of female friends and family members, and the lovely bride-to-be smiling and giddy with happiness. She will thank you for your thoughtfulness of giving her the perfect gift that she will use to create a perfect home for her perfect husband and future family. She will receive every kitchen gadget known to humanity, some of which she will use, some she will re-gift, and some she’ll sell in a yard sale twenty years down the road, still inside its original box.
The reality is, that it’s not perfect. Eventually you find out that your husband leaves his socks all over the house, piles the dirty dishes next to the dishwasher instead of inside it, and sometimes he smells. Your kids are mouthy, they leave everything all over the house, and they smell funny too. Your fantasy 4 bedroom, 3 bath home needs major renovations and you don’t have the time or the energy to do it between soccer practice, ballet lessons, grocery shopping, and working 40 hours a week.
Do I want to squash her perfect dreams? Nope.
Do I want to tell her to get her head out of the sand? Nope.
So I’ll go to her bridal shower and sip on a mimosa, eat tiny, little finger sandwiches, and pretend I didn’t put five perfect coconut balls in my purse before I go home, back to reality, where I will hide out in the bathroom and eat them before someone bangs on the bathroom door and ruins my perfect peace.
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