It is here. We have had more egg hunts in the last few weeks than in all Easter's combined.
The very reason why we have some pissed off girls who are now locked in their run.
Finding eggs with a flash light each night got old fast.
Here are just a couple precarious places we have found them........
In a toolbox.....
And better yet......
oops.......on the seat of the Barbie jeep.
I am seriously thinking about leaving out a frying pan.
No, really. Father time, can you just go take a vaca or something. Do you always have to blow hours up my ass (oops) butt?
From the time I wake up until we go to bed, I am running. An hour commute in the morning between dropping off the kids at school/daycare and getting to work. Then an 8 hour day, and then another hour commute picking up the kids. Finally home, preparing dinner, giving baths, amusing restless winter kids who would give anything to just go outside for 5 minutes without frostbite, tackling the never ending laundry pile, dishes, cleaning, feeding the dog, my own shower and finally bed. And thats just a normal day, not including the million errands, doctor visits, nebulizing treatments, inhalers, vet, grocery shopping and who can forget construction.
See anything wrong with that picture?
It's bad.
It's so bad that the kids are suffering. Last week Chachi had spirit day at school. The day before, I had a message on my cell reminding me that she needed to wear black or gold. I called Dave and told him (another reminder), I sent an email to myself (another reminder) and there was even a note in her backpack (yet another reminder).
That day, AFTER I dropped her off at school, I remembered. The poor child was wearing jeans, a pink shirt and pink shoes. So NOT black or gold!
See!
It's so bad that the kids are ecstatic when Mommy sits down to play a game with them.
It's so bad that Stink has changed his name to "Punkin Pie".
It's so bad that Chachi asked if I would be sad if she ran away to the television.
It's so bad that the kids think "Smorgasbord night" is fun even though I am just cleaning out the fridge.
It's so bad that I smell the kids before deciding if they need a bath.
It's just so bad that Sunday night Chachi wanted her hair in ten braids. Ten. And the next day, she went to school like that ------------------------------------------------------------->
I know we have had this discussion before......but still............enlighten
me..............you think I can stalk father time and cage him for a while?
And then I see this
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and know it is all worth while.
Those smiles have to be coming from somewhere, and I am holding out hope it's me.
But I am still staking-out the time guy.
