No! I completely forgot about this!
Everything went to hell on Sunday, because my dear fiancé (who's head I kinda want to rip off ATM) "forgot" to add his best man and his girl to the list of guests, so we hadn't ordered enough food. So on Monday, I called and begged the caterer to add in a few more portions.
A few hours after I got them to comply, our car started working up and the only time the shop had was today, so I've been borrowing my parents car to drive him to work at shit in the morning, so the car would be back by the time my mom goes to work - this includes getting both kids up and ready and loaded into the car for the 30 minute drive each way.
Tuesday, we realized that with our car out of commission, we'd have to rely on others to pick up the cakes and stuff, so we had to ask my uncle to do that. While we were discussing it, we realized that the time we had ordered the food for was wrong and we'd need to have it delivered earlier or hey would be setting up when the guests arrived back from the church. So I had to call the caterer again and ask to have the delivery time changed.
On Wednesday, the bakery called and asked a bunch of questions about the cake (such as why I wanted an octopus on the baptism cake*) and they were confused about the date, since it was a Saturday and baptisms are usually on Sundays. I realized that they hadn't actually understood my order and that it was TWO cakes, one being the baptism cake and the other being the wedding cake. It took forever to find out whether they were actually able to make the wedding cake, too, because the guy I first talked to had to call his boss, who then had to call a pastry chef, who then had to call God-knows-who and I ended up stress-eating an entire bag of Beef Jerky (don't judge me). Eventually, they agreed to make the wedding cake, too, even though it was "short notice", because - and I quote - "they might have made a mistake".
Then yesterday, my dear fiancé asked me if I remembered to get something else than the ordered cakes for his diabetic uncle, who I had no idea was diabetic, and I just died inside. I went out and bought a fucking sugar-free cake mix and some sugar-free chocolate mousse mix** and this is gonna be the diabetic cake, because I've gotten to the point where I just cannot give another fuck.
Today, I have to go to the place the party will be (my grandparents' house***) and arrange the tables and stuff, so we can seat way too many people, because my fiancé's family is fucking huge.

*The octopus is symbolic for the premature children (in Denmark, at least) because they get one in the hospital because the arms are made to be like an umbilical cord.

**I have never used a cake mix in my life. I'm a trained pastry chef, so it just proves just how dead my nonexistent ginger soul is.

***My grandmother had a brain hemorrhage almost 15 years ago and is paralyzed in half of her body, so she kinda has to be at home, where it's wheelchair safe and she can go to her special bathroom or get her diaper changed when she doesn't.