The Easter holidays used to be a long drawn out affair when I was growing up. Thursdays were spent cooking and cleaning. Usually by the time we got home from school an hour early Mom had most of the things done in preparation but there were always a few jobs waiting for us.
Good Friday was spent fasting until noon, and the afternoons we had the option of going to visit friends or having someone over. Most times we just stayed at home and read and played games and anything that was considered to not be irreverent or too rowdy. Saturdays we once again prepared food and spot cleaned the house in preparation for Sunday and Easter Monday. If it was our church Sunday we all went to church but it seemed most years it was our in-between Sunday. We would sit around reading and playing games, since we had just had a day to do that it wasn't quite as fun. Easter Monday was even worse. We were all ready to get back to work and be able to do things instead of just sitting around the house twiddling our thumbs. I always breathed a big sigh of relief once the holidays were over and it would be another year before we had back to back days of not being able to do anything except quiet things.