Of course, this time, I pretty much created it….
Our holiday plans included making buttermilk biscuits on Saturday for Sunday dinner, dying eggs at my mom’s on Saturday night, the 8 am church service, making my grandmother’s rice pudding for lunch, lunch at my Mom’s, and dinner at SIL’s.
On Saturday, I asked DH if anyone was planning to visit BIL, who is still on the psych ward in Rochester (45 minutes away). Turns out that no one in his entire family could find the time to visit. Not his brother (the third triplet) who only had his fiancee’s family to visit as his son can’t go to SIL’s because of his severe allergies; not SIL who has twins, is pregnant, and had a bunch of people coming over for dinner–not to mention attend church services; and not his parents who were planning to drive down on Monday because he has to go out in public as part of his evaluation. His parents were thinking about maybe heading up to SIL’s early, but weren’t planning to do anything else all day long.
That is completely unacceptable to me. You don’t let a family member spend a major holiday alone. It’s got to be a rule somewhere. So we all got up so we could make it to the 6:30 am sunrise service, enjoy a quick breakfast at the church, drive to Rochester to present BIL with an acceptable Easter basket and show our support, finish up on the crazy craft project I started at the last minute, put the final touches on the rice pudding I started the night before, head over to my mom’s, and then head up to SIL’s. We didn’t get home until after 8:30. It was hard, but we got through it. Justin was a trooper–he got a bit overtired because his naps kept getting interrupted, but he was mostly charming.
Of course, the in-laws asked how BIL is doing. They’re mostly concerned about his medication–if it’s causing him to be “foggy”. We didn’t tell them that he was nervous about the visit from them. Apparently, they told him that there were some things they “needed to discuss”, but didn’t give him any idea what these things were. I’d be nervous too. Honestly, he’s losing weight–and I told them that. My MIL kept correcting me by saying that he’s gaining weight. Maybe he is, but he looked thinner than he did a week ago. He’d had a rough night–he was woken up when they were checking his room and couldn’t get back to sleep. Most of the family thinks he’ll be released tomorrow, but DH and I have our doubts. He will be assigned to a social worker when he completes the program there, so that’s good.
I really don’t understand this family….