One of the coolest parts about becoming an adult is realizing you really can make up your own rules a lot of the time. Things are still way less fun than I thought they would be, and I’m still mad that you don’t really get to pick the color of your car or your house like I thought you would, but every once in a while being an adult is totally worth it.
Easter was the perfect example. Our original Easter plans were to have my sister and niece visit us and I had everything mapped out. And then as we’ve all experienced these past two years, sickness cancelled our plans (not covid, but apparently other sickness still exists). So we did Easter last weekend, and we had fun just the five of us. The kids wore matching pjs, played with the things in their baskets and ate way too much candy. We had two egg hunts - ours inside that we do every year, and an outside one that was given to us by some fun people in town. Although it wasn’t what we were expecting, it was still a lot of fun.
G understands egg hunts now and is very enthusiastic, mostly because he knows that there’s candy inside. E is all in, and has asked for harder to find eggs, which has been a fun challenge. My favorite will forever be the one we hid in their little potty. As for F, we scattered a few eggs on the floor for her, filled with cheerios, so she was happy as ever. Her little shrieks making all our ears bleed.
But here comes the fun part of being an adult - when everyone was well enough to travel and get together, we decided to do Easter all over again! Who says you can’t do Easter twice? Who says Easter can’t be on a random Saturday? So we did it all again. Matching PJs, filled Easter baskets, and another egg hunt. I did color coded eggs to keep everyone entertained. The green were the hardest to find and filled with dollars and candy for the teenager, while the yellow eggs were easier to find and I could control how much sugar would be inhaled in minutes. (Trust me the children got plenty of sugar this time around too).
Memories were made and fun was had, and even though I am exhausted, I still think it was worth it. I’m a little worried about next week, and what the children will expect because I’m declaring Easter finally finished!
