Penelope--The last time I spoke to my sister-in-law's dad, he was telling a story about how he painstakingly filled plastic eggs with candy and peanuts and coins when his kids were little and hid them all over the yard, only to find that the critters made off with them, or chewed holes in them to get at the food. How frustrating! Our weather was too icky on Easter Eve (as my kids insisted on calling it) so I didn't hide any outdoor eggs. And, thinking only of how cold and dreary it was in the afternoon, we started a fire in our woodstove, and got the temperature in our house cranked way up. Cadbury eggs were very misshapen, and the peanut-butter eggs were a little squishy, too. By Easter morning they had mostly firmed up in their newly dented shapes. Dumb mistake from the Easter bunny.
kerc--I hope you managed to get child care worked out. It's awful when you have something to do and can't figure out what to do with the kids.
mommajb--So funny about Charlotte and the marshmallows! When my kids are especially bored, I pull out a box of packing peanuts and toothpicks, and they make the most elaborate sculptures out of them.
Nic--I'm sorry you're so sick! Stomach things are the absolute worst; I'd rather have anything else wrong with me than to deal with a stomach bug. I'm glad you're able to sleep and relax a bit.
JayGee--Chuck E. Cheese? You're a much nicer mom than I am. We went there for a birthday party once, and I found the noise so overwhelming, I keep avoiding committing to go again.
Thanks, everyone, for the support on my ditching my family to run! My father-in-law didn't care at all, which I knew would be the case. He's the type of guy who is always being villainized on this website. He lives by himself, is a chainsmoker, and has almost zero interest in his grandkids. When he's here he doesn't really interact with them, he doesn't buy them gifts for Christmas and probably doesn't even know when their birthdays are. We mainly only see him when we initiate contact, and he always comes here because his apartment is so smoke-encrusted and bereft of food that it's not suitable for visitors. I don't think he's seen or spoken to DH's sister and her two kids since they were all here for Christmas. But I like him anyway. When DH was in his twenties and his parents finally divorced, he and his dad were estranged for six years before they finally got back into communication. I would not have been okay with that, but DH has decided to meet his dad where he is instead of wishing he were someone else. As a father-in-law, he's really easy to get along with. We talk about books, mostly, and movies, and he compliments my cooking.
If it had been my parents arriving at my house, I would have chosen them over running. They would have arrived at an agreed-upon time, though.
Today was our first day back in the real world after a week-long vacation. Last night as I was trying to peel myself off of the couch and stagger upstairs to bed, I predicted to DH that today would totally suck. Thus far it kind of has. DH slept late, which threw off our morning routine a bit. I was up on time, but only because the cat threw up on our bed and I leaped up when I heard him gagging, hoping to move him to a better spot. No luck. Quilt in the wash. I had to tell DD that the pants she was wearing were too small, and I wasn't going to send her to school in them if she needed my help to snap them. The kids hate all possible food in the house I could send to school for snack. DS told about how one of his classmates brought in a whole package of Peeps for snack before vacation, hoping to peer-pressure me into doing the same. No luck with that argument. We missed the bus. I had to really talk myself into going to the gym, and when I was there I pushed myself too hard on the treadmill. Now I have a bit of a headache and an upset stomach that I'm hoping will pass soon so I can think about cutting up chicken for dinner. I'd love to take a nap, but DS isn't much agreeable to that. The second day after vacation is usually better, right?