This year’s Easter at Grey’s parents’ house got underway around 1AM on Sunday morning when Ollie woke up and had a night time meltdown. Apparently, a steady diet of cheese + Peeps = one bound up baby and therefore, as my father-in-law appropriately put it, a nighttime “house of hell” was our Easter eve reality.
Luckily, I have very understanding in-laws and no one came barging into our bedroom with a muzzle for Ollie. I’m sure they all just lay in their beds, staring at the ceiling and praying for their ears to stop bleeding and the cacophony of dying swine to cease.
Amazingly, despite the entire family pretty much pulling an all-nighter, everyone was surprisingly chipper on Easter. They dyed eggs, deep fried a turkey, planned an egg hunt for Ollie, and even broke out the power washer for some cedar shingle cleaning. I, on the other hand, pretty much sat in the corner comatose stuffing my face with deviled eggs and jelly beans. But that’s pretty much what I do every year, so no surprises there.