Happy Easter, He is Risen, Alleluia, and all that… or as my kids say, “Happy We-Got-To-Eat-Candy-For-Breakfast Day!”
It seems I’ve failed to give my kids any indication that Easter is the most important Christian holiday. At Christmas I struggled with what to tell them about Santa because… you know we’re talking about St. Nicholas and saints aren’t people who live at the North Pole. So we really didn’t do any of that, “you’d better be good if you want Santa to come” or “Santa sees you when you’re sleeping” (kinda creepy, no?) stuff.
But evidently the Easter Bunny is a whole other ball of wax. Just the other day I heard my husband say, “Maybe if you can’t follow directions the Easter Bunny won’t even come at all.” And then Saturday night I heard myself (shout), “Everyone had better go to sleep right away if they want the Easter Bunny to come tonight!”
You know you’ve become a pathetic sap when you start relying on the Easter Bunny to be the disciplinarian at your house.
What’s worse is that even though we all ate our body weight in candy yesterday (and again today!) I still have several unopened bags of Easter candy. As we were filling up the eggs to hide my husband just kept furrowing his brow and wondering aloud, “I don’t understand why we have so much candy.”
Here’s why. As a matter of course I wait until the last minute to do everything and this year I thought it would be a good idea to plan ahead for a change. So a month or so ago I bought all kinds of candy, books, toys and plastic eggs and hid them in my closet. But old habits die hard, so when I suddenly realized it was “almost Easter” I panicked and bought everything in a pastel wrapper I could find at the grocery store.
So here we are. On the bright side, should a disaster occur (natural or otherwise) we have enough calories here to sustain us for a good two to three years. But still, next year I should probably return to method-procrastination.