So today was the day after what I enjoyed as a 4-day weekend. A weekend filled with enough stress to make the Easter Bunny run and hide. All of this stress of course was due to the fact that I was going to make the last Easter, with the family of 3, as perfect as possible for my child, the mere tender age of 3.
If you know me, you know that I have an attic that is filled to the brim with boxes for holiday gear. I don’t exaggerate when I say there are twelve bins of Christmas decorations, eight bins of Halloween decorations and a mere 2 bins for Valentines Day decorations. And by bins, I mean the 80 gallon type from your favorite Target. So for me to have a lonely single bin set aside for Easter is what most would call, unbelievable. But indeed, a mere one bin is all we have and we could not find it. It took three separate trips of re-arranging boxes to find the lone soldier hidden below every other bin in the attic. Alas, we found it, and the holiday decorating commenced.
My husband’s question upon returning home from a week-long trip, “What is the next holiday?” I stared at him in confusion. “I’d like to know when I can expect to find our house looking normal, I live in a Department Store.” Apparently, my husband thinks my decorating is the same as what you would find at the local mall for any given holiday they are celebrating at the time. I personally take it as a compliment. :0)
So back to the main event.
Saturday night, bin by my side and over 60 plastic Easter eggs staring at me and needing to be filled. Two hours later, 36 eggs filled, presents wrapped and I am done! DONE! No more candy, no more eggs, no more energy . My karate kicked womb has given me a workout and I’m exhausted, the child will have to do with only 24 eggs. The rest, to charity. No more for this girl.
Easter morning arrives, 3 hours of sleep later. The Hubbie does the duty of playing bunny while I drag the screaming 3-year-old into the shower so as not to see his Papa play his role. I threaten and yell that if he doesn’t stop the Easter Bunny won’t come. The 3-year-old doesn’t care. UGH.
Finally the child is entertained enough to no longer want out of the shower. Fine by me. I can now continue with morning brunch, a simple Asparagus and Gruyère Tart, Soft Boiled Eggs and Honey Dew Melon served in a “broken egg shell’.
We start the egg hunt, which really was quite fun and Boo did have the time of his life. It wasn’t until we were sitting down to brunch that we realized there were still about 12 more eggs to find….some of them real. Then there was the ant infestation of the Easter Basket and so on and so forth, finishing the day off with an Orange & Rosemary Roasted Leg of Lamb, Roasted Spring Vegetables and a Herb Salad with a Citrus Vinaigrette.
So here I sit on the Monday after the Easter Bunny, realizing that the Boo had an amazing Easter. (Boo still hasn’t gotten through all the candy in his eggs yet!) Me? I’m pooped, but happy in the knowledge of a job well done, all in the name of motherhood.
Hope you all had a fabulous holiday weekend. Stress Free!