Happy Easter

HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!!!

Easter this year was not real fun, and I don't mean the previous years were particularly good, but  I just can't remember how they were. I guess that's a good sign!
Tension has been rising really fast lately at home, and the stress level was almost out of control on  Thursday afternoon.
On Friday, since it was a Holiday, we all stayed at home, including Mr. "I'm bored". Whenever he's home, he needs to create problems to anyone in order to distract himself, and since we all know that, we usually do our best to keep him busy.
On that same day, my winter guest, his mother, left to go home, to her village. For Mr."I'm bored" that was the perfect opportunity to 'let go" all of his anger and frustrations that he had tried very hard to keep quiet for all those months while she was around.
Plans were that we would join her on Saturday morning in the village. Those visits to the village have always been torture for me who loves silence and peace. When we gather there for any occasion, we are 23 persons to live and sleep in two rooms. I was there, both hands swollen, in pain, walking like a duck, and enjoying a perfect migraine.

My only remedy for difficult situations is to look at the "funny" part of  it, which I did. There were several situations this week-end where I had difficulty stopping myself laughing aloud, for example:

• We had to go for a condolences visit. Everyone was fine on the way, talking and laughing. When we arrived to the house of the deceased woman (Mr. I'm bored's aunt), his mother distributed paper towels to us, and made sure I understood the instructions. She was to say the first words about her sister, and her daughters and I were to cry out loud asking her to stop making things harder on us. The men accompanying us were supposed to dry their "silent tears" while looking towards the wall (not to be noticed). As usual, these situations make me laugh instead, which is not that bad, as by looking down, hands on the face, they always think I'm crying :)
• Since I didn't help in preparing the meal (which wasn't possible for me because of the pain in my hands), I had my second dose of his boredom medicine: he decided I was to be punished by not eating over the week-end.
• I have a sister in Canada, and we might be able to visit her this summer. Mr. "I'm bored's"brother who last year promised my father to be "my protector". He caught part of a bullying session this week-end at the village, where Mr. "I'm bored" had his hand raised to hit me. His solution was to say:  "Please be careful, brother, don't go to Canada, or you would die in Jail" (the cousin who also lives there, spent two years in a Canadian jail for slapping his spouse). 
• The funniest part was the battles at night! In that house,  there are four beds....and there are twenty three people....I was able to grab a sheet for myself, wrapping it tightly around me. I sat on a couch and tried to sleep. I was woken about 1.00 am by my daughter, shouting at her aunt.... who had been trying to steal the pillow which my child was gripping, tightly, like a treasure it truly was.
  
  
  

I pray you all had a wonderful Easter :)

Happy Easter!