There are people milling around aimlessly, wrappers & trash are heavy underfoot, someone is lying motionless on the floor, someone is begging for a (sugar) fix, and it smells like urine*.
(*Not because it was Easter, mind you, but because with toddlers, urine is pretty much a constant aroma anyway.*)
It’s the day after– a day of sugar hangovers, more chocolate consumption, and the vow to never, never, EVER buy the fake basket grass EVER again, because there will be strands of it found throughout the house for the next four months…
…probably in the same spot that the last egg from the egg hunt was so well hidden in.
Note: You might not find that egg, but the ants will. Oh, they WILL.
So what leaves us feeling so spent? I’ll share some of the highlights from our Easter eggs-travanganza.
We started with a typical Easter morning, and by typical, I mean “let’s wake up Mom & Dad at some ungodly hour so we can rip into our dollar store toys & consume mass quantities of candy!”
Followed by the requisite Facebook-worthy Easter morning photo… or an attempt at one, anyway.
With both families so close by, we usually spend time with each side in some way, so this year we were hosting my family for brunch at our house, followed by dessert at my in-law’s house.
Sounds like a fairly common Easter routine, no?
In some ways, yes. But with our family, everything’s a party, & Easter’s no exception.
Brunch with my family of course means The Captain & I as well as our six kids. But it also means my mother, my uncle, my sister/brother in law/son, and my brother/sister in law/5 kids.
Did you catch that?
I have six kids. My brother has five kids. My sister has one kid… so far.
(We’re breeding like rabbits, people. World dominion is the plan. Unless we get cable.)
Picture it: 12 kids eating 12 kids’ worth of candy, hunting down 12 kids’ worth of Easter eggs, gleefully tossing 12 kids’ worth of fake grass by the fistfuls around my basement.
But before we even begin the kids’ egg hunt, we have the adult egg hunt first. My parents started the tradition of hiding several cash-filled eggs around their property & letting the children & spouses battle it out.
All I can tell you is, based on the economic status of myself & my siblings, at this year’s hunt…. there would be blood.
I can also tell you that since my mom hadn’t cleaned up her yard in several days, there would also be dog poop.
(and a disturbing lack of dignity, but like I said, eggs full o’cash, people. Show me the MONEY!)
EASTER: Because nothing says let’s celebrate the resurrection of our Lord & Savior than forsaking our dignity to dig in the dog poop for some scratch-off tickets, am I right?!
Here’s a glimpse of the hunt for the Golden Egg(s):
The big winner: My bro, with $20.
My own big win: Cashing in a $2 scratch-off winner, only to be asked for proof of age by the cashier.
Once the Adult Egg Hunt was complete, it was time for the Childrens’ Egg Hunt. My brother in law & #1 hid the eggs in our backyard (including directly on the grass for the little guys), & we released the hounds.
The kids had a blast collecting 144 eggs filled with jelly beans & Goldfish.
(You might be asking why the # of eggs is relevant. Wait for it…)
The kids cracked open their eggs & began digging into the treats. All was quiet until #6 piped up,
“Ants! Ants in my egg!”
He was right, poor fella- there were ants in his egg. But he wasn’t completely accurate…
They weren’t in his egg– they were in his EGGS.
All the ants… in all the eggs. ALL the eggs.
Children began crying. Ant-coated Goldfish were tossed into the bushes, amidst cries of, “This was the worst egg hunt EVER!” accompanied by the sound of my laughter, because it was hilarious.
Don’t pity my kids, friends, because they more than made up for their lost egg treasures by the time they hit my in-laws’ house, because there was TONS.MORE.CANDY. to be had.
And no holiday is complete without a trip to the Urgent Care, apparently… #3 smashed his finger badly, so we ended our night with X-rays & a shattered finger.
At the end of the day, my kids ended up with three basket’s worth of sugary goodness, two egg hunts o’ ants & fun, and their mom won $15 on a Golden Egg scratch-off ticket. Happy Easter, indeed.
And today has been a sugar crash day, with decided lack of movement (them) and a determination to avoid the temptation of the plethora of chocolately goodness that has entered my home. And I did admirably well… for the first few hours, anyway. Then…
When you’ve been avoiding the Easter candy all day, but the kids left their baskets out & you decide to have “just one” of their chocolates.
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