Monday, April 05, 2010

Cadbury Easter Creme Eggs

I don't like the grass that comes with Easter baskets.  I don't like it.  It wraps up in the vacuum.  It tangles in the trees.  The dog shreds it.  The cats drag it everywhere.  The baby eats it.  I find it in random places for weeks and weeks.

Basket grass defined my weekend.  Holy Cadbury Easter Creme Eggs, Batman.... it was completely sureal.

It was.... beyond words.  The ham was delicious.  (Although the fact that we had ham because the turkey was still frozen on Saturday morning sort of defines the weekend as well.....)  The kids ended in a sugar coma.  The Easter Bunny brought us a movie about a princess and a frog and we watched it last night.

There was no blood shed in the immediate family but my in-laws were working hard to put the FUN in dysfunctional.  It was a tense and uncomfortable weekend.  Made even more intricate by the fact that I was there for a lot of it with my kids but without my hubby.  Let's face it.... no matter how long you have been married you are still the visiting team for family battles.  No home court advantages here.

All Sunday night Hot kept launching, from nowhere into, "But can you believe.... and end with .... ok, I don't want to talk about it anymore...."  And a bit later he would start again.... it was like watching a car wreck as you slowly drive by.... we couldn't stop analyzing it.

But I didn't say anything stupid and my sweetheart didn't say anything stupid so I'd say we came out of it ok.  Some folks will be sulky, some embarrassed.  No matter.  It is family.  It is what we do.


Elle said...

Ditto the "I hate grass" comment. I do, too. So much so that I've boycotted it. No amount of grass is worth a veterinary emergency on a holiday surgery.

Elle said...

No, not holiday surgery -- on a holiday WEEKEND.

Homestead said...

And that shit is hell on my vacuum... not to mention what it does to my baby....