When you are married to a Greek, you get to celebrate two Easter's. The normal Easter that most of America celebrates and Greek Easter usually the weekend after. David Sedaris who is 1/2 Greek says that Greeks celebrate the week after because all Greek are tight wads and want to get their Easter grass half-price. (He's totally right.)
Anyway, with Gia Gia here with us this year I know that we will REALLY be celebrating Greek Easter in style, but I couldn't short my kids the fun Easter, the normal Easter. The one where you get to color eggs, then the crazy Easter Bunny hides them while you are slpeeing along with 200 plastic ones filled with candy and money and a big honking basket full of dollar store toys made in china. The greeks color all the eggs one color then sit around smashing them against each other to see whose can last the longest. Yippee.
24 hours before Easter my husband says to me, "I'm going mountain biking in the morning early, so I'll be back around noon." Wait just a cotton tailed minute mister! You don't take off on Easter morning - that would be like saying to the kids on Christmas morning I'll be back by noon you can open presents then. No way! He didn't get it, he was quite frustrated and then obviously no help in filling or hiding the 100 frickin' plastic eggs.
At 11:30 Saturday night while he's trying to get frisky I'm hiding eggs all over inside the house because I'm too tired to traipse around outside with a flashlight hiding them in the damn lawn. Then I realize I have to hide the baskets yet and don't want to set the alarm to get up before the kids to try and hide the hard boiled eggs outside. Do you know what this lazy ass bunny did? I left the boys a note from EB saying if they liked the game of colored eggs so much, hide some for each other outside.
So much for a normal Easter.
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