You decide

I am sick of making decisions, which is highly unfortunate considering I have probably made exactly 2 percent of the decisions that are headed my way in the next eight months.

We registered last week at Crate and Barrel (yay, fun) and Sears (boo, chaotic). The whole process was super fun, like one huge Christmas list without worrying about my mom being offended that for the fifth year in a row I asked for a high-priced item I know she will never buy. However choosing between sage, winter white and sunshine yellow towels for a bathroom that we do not even own resulted in bickering and tears.

For one, I am not old enough to make these decisions. Perhaps 26 is old enough to decorate an entire, imaginary house but I still can't settle on winter white or yellow. Note: I also don't know the difference between winter white, and say, summer white.

Placesettings present a whole new problem when I realized the plates will be eaten on for decades. My kids will eat off these. They need to be sturdy, stylish, but not so stylish that I am pointing out to my daughter "See, this is what we thought looked good in 2009. Funny huh?"

Then there is my mother who would like to know if I would like altar flowers, why I want to wear red shoes under a white gown, and what length of dress I prefer she wear.

And then a demanding fiance who wants me to decide things like what I would like to eat for dinner. Really, just a little too much to ask.