So I had planned to pretend Easter wasn’t happening this year. Partly because I could envision the sugar highs and then the horrific crashing, I could see early morning chocolate eating and also late night chocolate eating.
I just didn’t want to do it. I didn’t feel mentally or emotionally prepared.
The fact that each meal time was a fight, chocolate and children always won. Then the hard time getting them to bed. The money wasted on something that would cost ten fold in dentist bills in years to come, the fights over who got the most and who was missing out.
oh and then there’s the fact that I feel like a sinner, focusing on chocolate and rabbits on whats meant to be a holy day….not that I am religious in the slightest. It’s an excuse created by big business in order to profit from this pointless reason to buy chocolate in the shape of a bunny.
And I don’t like that either.
I changed my mind.
The kids at school talked about Easter for weeks leading up to it, they were counting down the days until the bunny came.
How could I explain to my kids why the bunny didn’t turn up at their house?
Because they were naughty?…Nope, too harsh.
Because they are lame?….No, they’re awesome and would never believe it.
Really…I had no choice.
And I’m now glad. I remembered all the good stuff this pointless excuse to get kids high on sugar. We had an awesome time and I’m looking forward to next years Easter now.
We began our weekend on Thursday, taking our new baby bunnies to visit the kids at school as a special Easter treat. Sophie, Violet and Bella stood up on assembly and held their bunnies for everyone to see.
“I named mine Kickers, because he kicks a lot.” Said Bella.
“I called mine Vanilla, because she’s white. Aren’t her pink eyes pretty?” Says Sophie.
“I called mine chocolate.” Violet said. “But you can’t eat him ok?”
Once they were done, we took Molly and the bunnies to preschool. The little kids loved them. Some almost to death. We finally got out of their and took the bunnies home.
Friday Auntie Nic and cousin Lilly arrived. We baked all afternoon, zucchini slice, peach cheesecake, creamy chicken, leek, mushroom and bacon pies, corned meat, apple crumble and baked apples.
We decided we would totally surprise our kids and have the Easter bunny visit Friday night instead of Saturday night, partly to confuse and excite the kids more, throwing them off thier game…but mostly -I hate to admit it- was to get it over and done with.
The kids came and woke us adults at ridiculous times, each ones face already smeared in chocolate. Bella complaining saying things like “But he wasn’t meant to come today.” “Easter is tomorrow, this is all wrong.” We had to come up with stories like “The bunny visist rural kids first.” And “Would you like us to just take all your chocolate and give it back tomorrow?” She decided it was totally fine that he came early for whatever reasons after that one.
Buddy came tapping on my forehead saying “Num, Num!” holding a massive half eaten egg.
“Oh, good morning baby. Nice breaky?”
Uncle Matto and Aunty Leah turned up at lunch time and we went ahead with our massive egg hunt.
We had 4 teams which went as follows-
Team Uncle Matt & Leah = Matt + Leah + Sophie + Violet.
- Team Aunty Nic = Nic + Lilly + Molly.
- Team Daddy = Glen + Bella
- Team Mummy = Me + Buddy + Camera
Once the very specific rules had been laid down and finally….FIANLLY understood, maps were handed out. We all began at different points on the map and had to all finish at the rock castle.
We found eggs in the strangest places, and some in obvious places and some in silly places, but all were slowly beginning to melt. Opps….mid-day, not the best time for an egg hunt.
Once the lands were scoured and all the eggs were recovered we retreated inside to the kitchen where all the melted and misshapen booty was divided equally.
It looked like a mess chocolate explosion had gone off in our kitchen!
We all had a ball though.
We then took our fun and games out back and danced to some music.
Their favorite was Gangnham (spelling?) style…or something..I’d never heard of it and once Matt explained, I realised I’d prefered to have not known.
But it was funny. The kids knew all the moves from dancing at school.
Then Dad and Uncle Matt had an awesome idea, they transformed the kids pool, then turned sandpit, into a sled thing. They drilled some holes in it attached a rope and tied it to the lawn mower.
Endless hours of hilarious fun.
The kids were cracking up and squealing with joy as we watched laughing at the dogs following along and the kids throwing their arms in the air as if they were on a high-speed roller coaster.
Which they weren’t. Because it was actually quite slow.
Finally as their sugar rushes died down and they all began to become lazy and lethargic we had a home-made pumpkin soup for dinner and had a nice warm bath. Finally once the kids were in bed us – mature- adults all huddled into Glen and my bed, we muted the telly and created utterly stupid accents and spoke for the people on the shows. We nearly wet out pants.
As we said our good nights we thanked each other for the “Yager Boost” we all got. The natural, hysterically, funny and happy high we always seem to get when we are together acting like the biggest idiots on Earth.
And we aren’t ashamed to admit it. I hope we’re in our 80’s and still acting like immature 10 year olds.
We said our good byes this morning as we all return back to our ‘real’ grown up lives but man, we had fun.
The kids had a ball.
And I hate to admit it but I am ok with Easter now. I’ll accept it for what it is and, to be honest, I’m willing to take any excuse to have such a fun-loving, family filled weekend whenever I can.
The only thing to make it better? It was slathered in milk chocolate!
Hope you have an awesome Easter no matter how you choose to do it.
Love from all us weirdos!
I had to show you this!
This week I’m reading it through once more, making any slight adjustments I may need to and then, bye-bye, off you go to as many publishing houses as I can find!