Today is not shaping up to be much better than yesterday. We trudged off to the Easter Egg Hunt at the park. I practically cut off another van trying to park because Ernie on Vicodin is not the most helpful in pointing out parking places and I was getting pretty cranky. Who popped out of the van though? Mrs. Chicken!!!! We meet at last. O.K., that was definitely the high point of my day. And by the way the Poo is as beautiful in person as she is in pictures.
So off we went to our respective areas…Mrs. Chicken and the Poo off to the area for little ones, Ernie and Owen to the 5-6 year old area and Leo and I in 7-8 year old land. Leo was quivering with excitement and kept murmuring, "this is going to be so awesome." So they started and good God it was like a scourge of grasshoppers covering the ground….some kid knocked Leo’s basket out of his hand by the time Leo picked it back up he was behind and my heart cracked as I watched him frantically looking for leftover eggs. He managed to get a few but by the time I found him he had that look on his face and said we were never coming back. I of course totally agreed with him. It wasn’t quite as vicious in Owen’s area so he had a lot of eggs. He graciously shared some of his with Leo. Then Leo refused to open his eggs to see if he had a number that would let him pick out a prize. He insisted that he would open his eggs at home. Owen of course was all about a prize and so opened his eggs. Then he wanted the eggs that he had given Leo back….this progressed to whining and crying and finally all four of us wanted to kill each other and Ernie and I threatening that he damn Easter Bunny might not even COME to our house.
This picture pretty much sums it up:
So I came home and started making a shopping list for Easter dinner. I called my mother for her shopping list and she told me that last night my father had started asking when they were going to move back home and wanted to know what she’d done with the money from the old house, etc. They talked awhile and then were going to bed when he told her needed to sleep in the other room because they weren’t married. Then he asked her what her name was. It went on from there. This morning he seemed fine.
My mother is worried about being able to get in my house tomorrow because her legs are so bad. I told her if she couldn’t we’d just pop her back in the car and move Easter dinner to their house. It would be easier for them to have it over there but I think it’s good for them to get out of the house sometimes.
I have a headache.