I’m certain y’all don’t have demanding daughters such as I have. Bless their ever-loving little hearts. I ask myself if I caused my own problems or did I raise my daughters to be spoiled? I doubt it. My kids have been pulling their own weight since they were 13 years old. They started working professionally at 16. They always paid half of their tuition, 80% of their college costs and 100% of their own marriage celebrations.
My daughters always strove for perfection in themselves and as a result expect perfection in everyone else. The two of them will be staying at my home for both holidays: Palm Sunday and Easter Sunday. The younger one will only be here next weekend. The older one will be here for two weeks because she is having her only condo bathroom remodeled and neither she nor my granddaughter want to be exposed to all that construction dust.
Before either one will arrive here, however, they were sure to give me a list of things they expected. The older one expects to do something with her daughter each and every day. So now, I’ve become a child entertainer. I combed social media and most local papers to see what activities our little toddler can delve into. We have an excellent children’s playground in town as well as a professional Children’s Museum in the next town over. Luckily (and thankfully) two local libraries offer daily activities, so I’m golden in that respect. If it rains, we’re going to see Dumbo at the (discounted) movie theater. My youngest daughter had a different request (I may have mentioned this before). She wanted all new sheets, pillows and allergy-free blankets on her bed. Oh and a tempur-pedic mattress topper (or better yet, a new mattress with a pillow top). Her hubby and herself think the mattresses I have already are too stiff and hard.
Don’t worry readers. Y’all know I’m a frugal gal so I’m not about to go out and spend hundreds of dollars on bedroom remodeling. I only bought two new pillows ($17 for both at Aldi) I simply switched ALL of my new stuff, sent her a photo (yes, she demanded a photo) and I solved that problem.
Remember this? It used to be on MY bed. Now, it’s upstairs on her bed (temporarily)
For my oldest daughter, who may be with me for a week or two, I realized I had to do something to keep my granddaughter busy before we hopped in the car and took off on a library adventure. So, I bought her ($69+tax) this Minnie Mouse bicycle (with training wheels) to ride up and down the driveway (supervised of course!)
Next, came the Easter Baskets. All of us will be together here for that holiday and I wanted my two granddaughters to have their very own Easter baskets. Plus, early Easter morning the town here is having an Easter egg hunt (complete with pony rides!). So, we are all guaranteed to have a really great holiday. Also, should it rain during the week, I also purchased egg dying kits to keep us all occupied. Yes! I think I thought of everything!
Lastly, I had to contend with everyone’s food preferences (and allergies). Daughter #1 wanted organic milks, veggies, breads, etc. Plus she and her hubby expect a leg a lamb, just like they have each and every year. Since we couldn’t wait for the sale, I had to cough up $36 just for the leg of lamb in addition to the $118 extra grocery trip I had to make to fill all of their demands. Daughter #2 wanted organic but lactose-free milk as well as other organic products and snacks. They want a ham for Easter Sunday ($20) with apple sauce. Who only drinks seltzer? Who wants unsweetened, fresh-brewed ice tea? Who wants whole grain bread? Who wants gluten-free bread? UGH!
What’s an Italian mother to do, but buy them whatever food they want plus make a big giant pot of sauce for their pasta dishes? My fridge and pantry are filled to the brim:
Once Easter has come and gone, and the Son Of God has died and has risen again, expect to see this sign on my front door: