I'm going to spare you the details. But it all boils down to me feeling like I've been run over by a truck.
My head hurts. My body hurts. And most of the time the room spins and there are 6 of everything.
I'm thinking it was a big truck. PeterBuilt, probably. If you look hard enough, I'm sure that the mudflap scraps are still visible on my forehead.
I just realized that I never posted our Eastery recap. I'm sure that you are tired by now of all the Peep jokes, pictures of brightly colored eggs that your kids didn't dye, and pictures of kids that were bribed just as your kids were to smile for "the one picture that will make people think that we are actually happy in this house!" If you can't take one more slicked-hair kid smiling in a brand new polo shirt or one more dining room table covered in newspaper and smelling like vinegar....you've been warned. I wouldn't post 'em...but my parents may start a coup of I didn't.
Saturday I took the pieces of bread in my children sandwich to an Easter Egg Hunt at a local church. (The Jelly was turkey hunting with the father of the sandwich.) Keaton has decided that he is way too cool to do such things as hunt eggs in public, so he sulked and mentioned that he would rather be home watching reruns of SpongeBob no less than 46 times. I tortured him by forcing him to participate in the activities anyway, and he tortured me by continuing to stand by me and letting people know that I, in fact, parent the Easter Scrooge.
Tate, however, humored me....
After the egg hunt, I went shopping for Easter clothes. Because I always do everything in a timely matter, and buying Easter clothes is no different. Doesn't everyone wait until THE DAY BEFORE EASTER to buy their Easter outfits? Surely. Lucky for me, a fresh new polo shirt that doesn't have a mustard stain on the front equals fancy-enough-for-Easter at my house, so my boys were fixed up in a 20 minute shopping trip to WalMart!
And here are the little darlings...all dressed up in their new clothes. Smiling because I told them to.
No, we didn't take the pictures in the middle of the night....it was just that dark and stormy Sunday morning. And, yes, Tate is holding a VeggieTale book...because when I yelled at the boys to get their Bibles as we were running out the door...he came back with Archibald's Opposite Book. And we were too late to argue the difference. Oh...and excuse the dead plants in the pots on the sidewalk....green is not my color.
And because I didn't totally drop the ball this Easter (because you have noticed that there is no mention of the Easter Bunny anywhere in this post....go on...admit it...you noticed!)...we did manage to color eggs at my house! Forgive the naked tummies....apparently my boys don't believe in clothing once they enter the threshold of my front door....their poor wives.The striped ones are my favorite!
Okay...fine. I'll tell you the Easter Bunny Story. You dragged it out of me.
Remember me not shopping until Saturday afternoon for Easter clothes? Yah...well....no chocolate bunnies had been purchased yet either. The husband was turkey hunting with Sawyer all Friday and Saturday....and I haven't quite mastered filling a buggy with chocolate bunnies and random toys when I have 2 of the chocolate bunny eaters with me. This is why people frown on procrastination.
But, I totally recovered. I hid their Easter baskets out of sight, ignored every comment made about Giant Bunnies that bring chocolate replicas of themselves, and spent way too much money on WebKinz and ginormous lollipops at Cracker Barrel at lunch after church. The husband and I then relinquished control of our laptops for the children to play around WebKinz World all afternoon.....if that isn't love (and overcompensation), I don't know what is.
So there you have it. Easter....as only our family could manage it. Because a day without attitude, procrastination, and me forgetting something would just be....well, weird.
This is totally random, but I can't not tag it on here. I'm an emotional sick ball of goo right now, so I sobbed like a baby when I watched this video that Carpoolqueen posted today. I just love it when little people win. And when they are sweet little old cat ladies....it just makes it even better. Pop over HERE and watch it. Do it! And I'll be here crying again just thinking about it.