My in-laws and their friend arrived an hour early and my husband was still plumbing the sink, not to mention the old sink was sitting the in front yard like a white-trash, redneck lawn ornament, but it was all okay.
Within the 1/2 hour the sink was usable. We were too early for mass and had to wait for the crowd from the last mass to leave, but we got primo seats and our guests were pleased with the service. My in-laws and their friend aren't Catholic, but they came to our Easter service because their church wasn't doing anything special. But, hey, we're Catholic! Big Christian events like the resurrection and birth of Christ are ALWAYS special in a Catholic church; that's why everyone who doesn't come to church normally goes to church on Easter and Advent.
Dinner was awesome; I grilled salmon and roasted red potatoes and asparagus and ended the meal with strawberry shortcake. Simple, easy, but delicious.
The priest goes on a two-week vacation after Lent; he was getting a little drummy during the noon mass, which was the last mass of the weekend. He talked about renewing our baptism with a fire hose instead of sprinkling us all with the wand he dips and wished us luck in figuring out how to receive communion with the huge crowd. It was his last obligation for Holy week; I'm sure he was exhausted.
I'm exhausted too after all the 16th birthday parties, Living Stations presentations with 27 kids, and Easter dinner and company (glad I didn't have to plumb the bathroom sink). So today, I'm not going to do anything for anyone else but me. I'm going to Weight Watchers, I'll make dinner out of leftover Easter dinner, and then I'm going to either sit and read a book or watch something on Netflix and crochet.
Or maybe I'll just sit in front of the fireplace and enjoy listening to the silence in my head. It probably won't last long; it never does.