My kids woke up before the sun; even earlier than I remember it being on Christmas morning. They hunted and found their Easter baskets & eggs and were noshing on the loot before I even came to terms with the fact that I was awake. Here they are dressed in their new Easter duds before we headed off to a celebration of our Risen Savior at church. Afterward we had a low key family day.
Now, all of that is just dandy.
As I loaded my cart at the dollar store with plastic eggs, I was punishing myself for tossing last year's eggs. I honestly racked my brain for why I didn't save them for this year. So unlike me.
It didn't take long before I remembered exactly why.
They separate & multiply.
I find them under furniture, around the potty, in the laundry, they're EVERYWHERE!
I've collected them & put them into ziploc bags many times in those weeks to store for next year.
But these two find the bag & before I realize it they're all over the floor again. Little sister has her eye on one right now:
And can I lie when they ask what happened to it?
It's just what kind of gift is the one that I have to tell them they can't have?
Easter day was full,
They ask for it when they wake up, they want it after every meal & in between.
I'm considering letting them binge on all they can tonight & tossing what's left.
So wasteful though.
So there you have it: my Easter chagrin.
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