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May 1, 2019

hectic preps, self appointed charger-sharing, translations, & Mikes

This neon yellow charger
is not mine. 
I use it.
 BECAUSE
I have no idea
what happened to
my charger. 
#lifewithlad
When to host the Easter gathering?  Sister/sister in law preferred Saturday late afternoon- thanks to one having a little guy under two.  If they headed straight from her side's get-together Sunday, he would be toast.  So:  Saturday. I hoped not do a 2nd party Sunday.  Besides, Coach's folks do not  drive in the dark, so maybe they'd bolt early-ish Saturday - a potential added bonus.

I had my heart set on one Easter party (Saturday checked that box) followed by one day of relaxing with just my kiddos/Coach.  Lad would be in town (and I swore not to be overly upset when he unplugged everyone's devices to plug in his own- WHY DOES HE NOT OWN HIS OWN CHARGER?!).  My side was congregating at Marie's house in Milwaukee on Sunday.  None of us really wanted to drive there - even though it is only like an hour and a half away.

I made Irish soda bread, too.
  Not sure why I have no
 pics of lasagna.  Soda
bread doesn't really go
with lasagna, but what the heck.
Maybe my family wouldn't realize I was hosting Saturday.  I slipped up telling Mom I was bummed that Tank (aka the life of the party) had a newly scheduled volleyball tournament all damn day Saturday.  Translation:  he might miss most of my Shenanigan-side Easter party.  Well, Mom now knew we were available Sunday, but she didn't ask why I wasn't going to schlep my gang up to Milwaukee.  I refused to entertain feelings of guilt.  So, all systems were go . . .


The menu:  lasagna - very labor intensive, but a huge hit.  I stayed up super late to prepare it in advance so I could watch Mini play badminton Saturday in a tournament near our house.  Tank's volleyball was far from home.  Tuned out he didn't come home until after 5 pm and Mini till 2:55 - party was at 3:00!

It is not always easy to follow a birdie
on the opposite side of the gym.
Saturday:  Coach worked till noon.  Lad and Ed caddied.  Reg tried to caddy, but he didn't get a loop.  When Lad was done caddying (hours earlier than Ed), he faked that he was going to check out the badminton tournie, but opted to workout - until Coach saw him (his work is attached to the health club) and busted him.  Then Lad raced to the tournie (with a charged phone at least).  Translation:  anything to avoid helping me when I get in my oh-shit-they-are-coming-in-2-hours-and-the-house-is-a-mess mode.  I watched a bit of badminton in the morning after my workout class.

Easter brunch with our gang -
apple puff pancake
 plus egg casserole.
 And time to not have to
rush to Milwaukee. 
Priceless. 
Curly was home.  With me.  Except for when I was watching birdies.  Then, I was calling Curly instructing her on how to put the tablecloth in the dryer, and reminding her of favors/chores I assigned her.  Translation:  my youngest, do-gooder, Mommy-pleaser (she STILL cares)  had to pitch in more than anyone else.

When I got home, I decided it would be GREAT to clean the house ALONE.  Is it just me, or do you sometimes expel more energy instructing servants, slobs-who-make-the-messes, offspring about what you would want them to do vs just doing it yourself?

Me texting a friend who I just saw at badminton:  'Is it OK if I drop Curly off to play with her BFF at your house?'  Everyone needs a friend that you can call and invite your kids to their house.  Friend: 'Sure!'  Me:  'Lil orphan Annie thanks you.'  An unexpected play-date on a clean-the-house day was a huge hit.  Curly:  'SERIOUSLY?'  But I didn't clean the kitchen sink yet.'  Please don't judge me.

Realizing that I needed an Easter-esque meal to serve my kids/Coach Sunday, I whipped up an egg dish.  They're now requesting it weekly.  Mini:  'No, daily!'  Me:  'Do not hold your breath, children.'
Sweet, sweet Mike's.

By the time people arrived Saturday, I was EXHAUSTED.  All these Easter posts to say that food was good, and my in-laws were on their best behavior.  I did hear my extremely right-wing, republican father-in-law turn to my bro-in-law and ask him 'You're a democrat, right?'  No translation necessary about how socially unacceptable that is, right.?

I swore to myself that I would bust up any politically charged, or religious-themed conversation, but after 3 Mike's Hard Lemonades - when I am more of a 1 drink kind of gal - I felt blissful enough to ignore it.

6 comments:

Gigi said...

Oh, without a doubt, I get more done when no one else is in the house!

Ernie said...

Just wish it didn't tick me off so much that I end up cleaning up after their messes, if I let them escape. We are all happier people in the end though - while the one-woman, in-advance, party-cleaning crew is exhausted by party time.

Kari Wagner Hoban said...

First, having a friend who has a kid your child's age and they are also friends is a huge bonus. I have one that lives five minutes away who I could just say I NEED AN HOUR ALONE, and she would be there stat and vice versa.

Second, thank you sweet baby Jesus for Mike's Hard Lemonade.

Kate said...

Mike's Hard Lemonade has gotten me through a lot of relative gatherings both that I hosted or attended. God bless Mike!

Ernie said...

Ha Coach's sister knows my favorite drink and she suggested that I stock up on mandatory Mike's beverages in order to survive hosting.

Ernie said...

This friend has 3- count them 1, 2, 3 kids that line up gender and age with my 3 youngest. You cannoy buy that kind of awesomeness! AND her parenting aligns with mine. (Hoping she is not reading this thinking, 'no, ernie-I am a much better parent than you!') Her kids roll with it, behave, and do not get bent out of shape if my house is a mess or if I pause their friend time to make my kids clean something up or help me in some way.

And, yes . . . Mikes are a gift from God. Sometimes during the day I see one in tbe fridge and I lick my lips, but then I remember day drinking as a day time babysitter is not an acceptable behavior!