Hmm. The day before national egg day. What an odd one. There's no need to talk about the inherent rediculousness of the whole thing. Every comic out there, and theologian, has touched on it. Let us just say, Eggs and bunnies = sacraficed Christian martyr? Of course, that equation pans out no matter how you look at it. Duh.
Well, the day is new, the baby is crabby and family is calling. Though I love family gatherings, having them for such stupid reasons is beyond me. None of us goes to church anyways...so it must be the bunnies and chocolate we are celebrating, which is fine by me. Woohoo for redicuously altered fertility fesitvals, spring is here!
Now the fun begins with visiting my ex's family as well. They are a numerous bunch and I just can't wait to see how they react to the news of impending divorce. Just a thin sheen of sarcasm there...yeah. Oh well...
I want my son to be as close as he can with both sides of the family no matter how bad the realtionship gets with his father and I.
Here's what's gonna be so odd. The paternal grandfather runs an old folks home, out of his home. So amist the numerous family members there will also be nutty old folks wandering about, drooling on the ham, and exclaiming on their overly full diapers. Don't get me wrong I have all the sympathy in the world for them, my grandma died of Alzheimers, but I find it disrespectful that they mill about, no one really acknowledging them, while their families are too busy to visit for the holiday? Fuckers.
Ok...Happy Holiday of Bunnies who deviously hide colored eggs for their own amusement while gigling with distain as silly youngsters are set to recover the lost booty. Or something.
Well, the day is new, the baby is crabby and family is calling. Though I love family gatherings, having them for such stupid reasons is beyond me. None of us goes to church anyways...so it must be the bunnies and chocolate we are celebrating, which is fine by me. Woohoo for redicuously altered fertility fesitvals, spring is here!
Now the fun begins with visiting my ex's family as well. They are a numerous bunch and I just can't wait to see how they react to the news of impending divorce. Just a thin sheen of sarcasm there...yeah. Oh well...
I want my son to be as close as he can with both sides of the family no matter how bad the realtionship gets with his father and I.
Here's what's gonna be so odd. The paternal grandfather runs an old folks home, out of his home. So amist the numerous family members there will also be nutty old folks wandering about, drooling on the ham, and exclaiming on their overly full diapers. Don't get me wrong I have all the sympathy in the world for them, my grandma died of Alzheimers, but I find it disrespectful that they mill about, no one really acknowledging them, while their families are too busy to visit for the holiday? Fuckers.
Ok...Happy Holiday of Bunnies who deviously hide colored eggs for their own amusement while gigling with distain as silly youngsters are set to recover the lost booty. Or something.