Well, my name is Sarah and I am now that person. If you know me, you know what a planner I am. I plan everything and I always arrive 10 minutes before I have to be anywhere because tardiness makes me crazy. I have three visible calendars in my house, one in my car and a constant one on my cell phone. There are very few things that I forget. Well, let me back up, this describes me BEFORE I had two kids. One kid was fine, but as soon as my little Sam came along, the timeliness slowly started slipping away, along with the memory and the guilt of being labeled as one of those "late" people.
I only had one thing left. The only remaining piece of my sanity was the fact that my calendars would make sure I was on top of dates, or so I thought.
Colt was sick last week and he did not go to playschool. I have a very strict policy about taking both of my children to stores with me because that also makes me crazy, but I really couldn't leave the house anyway because Colt was so sick. Well, Saturday (Easter Eve) rolls around and our friends invite us out to the lake an hour and a half away. It seems like a good idea, so we go and have a good time. However, on our way back, panic starts to set in. Tomorrow is Easter and I have absolutely NOTHING for my babies! Bryan tells me to calm down, that we'll make it in town by 8 and I'll be able to grab the boys stuff for Easter.
So after feedings, diaper changes, pajamas and bed, I leave the house at 9pm on Saturday night. I go to Walgreens - nothing. I go to Kroger because they had 3 aisles of Easter stuff 2 weeks ago - nothing but grass. I buy some grass and go to Target - 3 bags of jellybeans. I buy a bag of jellybeans. Then I start to cry. I have 1 bag of grass, 1 bag of nasty jellybeans and that is all my babies will get from that crappy old bunny. Think Sarah think. Call Bryan and scream and curse him out for no reason. Then I have an idea, I will just buy the babies regular toys. The novelty Easter stuff is overrated anyway. So I buy some toys to put in their baskets. It is 9:56pm and Target is locking their doors. I run out, get to my car and start to cry again. My son doesn't have a chocolate bunny. He HAS TO have a chocolate bunny! My brother and I never went one single year without a chocolate bunny. What to do? Back to Walgreens....they are locking the doors and I run up to the manager with tears streaming down my face begging them to PLEASE let me in to buy a chocolate bunny. They guy tells me no and I proceed to explain to him about being raised to always have a chocolate bunny in my basket and I'm crying and being convinced that I completely maniacal and will not leave without this bunny, he lets me in. As I'm running through the store, I know the only thought rolling around in his head is the title of this blog, over and over again.
I get home around 10:30 and I spend the next hour putting nasty jellybeans in plastic eggs (thank goodness Colt's school gave us eggs from his Easter party that he missed!!) and toys in baskets and I take a picture, because after all the commotion, I am satisfied with my boys' baskets. If you look closely in Sam's basket, there is a bunny in there. I did not get lucky enough to find a bunny at a store, but some awesome person gave Sam that bunny when he was born and I remembered it and stuck it in the basket for the picture....he'll never know. ha.
Easter Sunday was great. The boys had fun and looked so cute all dressed up. After we left church, I realized that I shouldn't be so concerned with my what my boys get from the Easter bunny as much as they know the real meaning of Easter. That goes for myself too. Easter will always be a success in my house as long as they know that Jesus Christ died for their sins and then 3 days later, rose again to promise us a new life in him.
Hope you all had a wonderful Easter!!
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