You would think that with all that bitching and moaning I did about having to wait so damn long for my child to come home that I would be the first person to post all about how great our first Easter/Christmas/Thanksgiving/or any other holiday was. You still haven’t gotten photos from Christmas, I didn’t take any of my child on Thanksgiving and Easter? I spent the whole morning in the church kitchen helping cook breakfast for 500 congregation members. So my holidays with my child to date have been less than stellar. Don’t get me wrong, we had a blast on Christmas and yesterday was a hoot too. I am just so stinkin’ tired that the most I can think about is what holiday is coming up next that will fulfill my now dependence on candy. I only have about 10 little Twix bars left in the bag and Mega Bullseye store isn’t going to have them anymore (or at least on sale).
Seriously, our Easter was great. I got up at the butt-crack of dawn, had about 2 swigs of coffee and headed out the door. I did get to go to church at 11:00 but I sat through the service thinking that 1/2 of the sanctuary could smell nothing but my reeking stench of hashbrowns and pancakes. After a serious lack of coffee and bossing teenagers around all morning we headed off to a local fancy restaurant for brunch. There was no way in hell I was going to cook anything on Easter Sunday. My feet hurt, my head hurt from lack of caffeine, and the brunch at said fancy restaurant… so ridiculously overpriced for the crap we were fed. Very disappointing. But the company was fantastic and the boy didn’t fling expensive scrambled eggs across the place.
We got the child home without falling asleep in the car and put him down for a nap. I stripped off my trans-fat-free-coconut-oil-stinking clothes and donned oh-so comfy sweats. My MIL fell asleep as soon as her butt hit the couch and the trusty husband, the FIL and SIL all watched the golf tournament while I filled little plastic Easter eggs with jelly beans and hid them all over the house. When the boy woke up from his nap we sent him on his egg hunt. He didn’t get very far before his Auntie G opened and egg and showed him there were jelly beans inside. So with every egg he found he handed it to me and said, “open.” To which I dropped it in his basket and said, “ohhh look! There’s one over there.” “open”
Dinner consisted of store brand frozen pizza and enough wine to make the headache go away. I then soaked in a burning hot tub to try and burn the pancakes smell out of my skin. It worked quite well and I went to bed smelling like fresh clean hippie.
My Easter and Holy Week were quite good actually. I had a bit of a dear Lord personal religious moment on Good Friday. Happens to me every year. Despite the fact that I stunk all day long and no amount of Irish Coffee would make up for my earlier lack of caffeinated beverage Easter Sunday was wonderful. I had my little boy dressed in a seersucker suit and dammit if he wasn’t just about the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.