Easter was a complete roller coaster this year. We had good times, bad times and more.
It was basically a 3-day event since my husband took Friday off and my daughter was home from school. We started with a nice little tour of our local PD with the Girl Scouts and then went on to run a couple errands. I did some work and the hubby went to get parts to his beehive.
Saturday we hit the town’s Easter Egg hunt. They did a great job organizing and it was incredibly streamlined. We hardly had to wait in line at all and the kids had a blast. Best of all, it was free! A few more errands after that and we spent the night cleaning to get ready for the morning.
Sunday was Easter. The kids got up and found eggs, got their baskets and had a good time. My parents came over for “dinner” at noon. We had the standard ham dinner. After that the sun came out so we did a second egg hunt outside and basically had a “deck day”.
Then my mom started talking about my son’s birthday. Specifically a party. I got to tell her we’re not doing one. She wanted to know why, so I told her – because none of the grandparents get along or like each other. It’s better for us to just do something as a family than to spend time and money getting ready to have a party, have people invade spaces they shouldn’t (like our bedroom) and break stuff, then complain for 3 weeks about each other’s behavior. No thanks!
She wasn’t thrilled and invited herself along on whatever we wind up doing as a family.
After my parents left, my husband’s mother called… and texted… She said they “missed us” at her Easter gathering the day before and she wanted to know if we would go to her house for an egg hunt and brunch the following weekend.
Nope. We have 2 weeks to go until our road trip to *hopefully* find a new place to live and I don’t have the time nor the inclination to spend it at her house. She’s a good portion of the reason we want to leave. She had so many opportunities to say something to my BIL’s wife about her behavior and she never did. She always put the burden on my family. We’re older, we should just move on and act like she didn’t say or do anything.
Does that make us childish? Maybe. But I’m sick of attending functions where you have to walk on eggshells because even the most innocuous of opinions can set the twat off on a psychotic rampage. Seriously, you could say, “Wow, I didn’t know it was supposed to rain today!” and she would take it personally. Block your phone number, refuse to speak to you and tell her kids that you and your husband aren’t related to them.
Which we really may not be since she’s rather promiscuous, but that’s another story.
Anyway, long story short my husband didn’t take her call and didn’t respond to her text. He doesn’t want to speak to her before we go and figure out if our destination is where we are meant to go.
How was your Easter?!