Entry FeedSunday we had our annual Easter Egg Hunt.
First, I tried to clean the house up so that eggs could actually be found. I told the kids that if the house was too messy, then the Easter Bunny wouldn't bother setting up a hunt.
I read until the kids were all asleep, and then went downstairs to set things up.
I cursed Husband the ENTIRE TIME! He was fast asleep, and didn't bother helping with the preparations.
Now let's be clear. Somehow, holiday planning leaves me feeling like a single parent. Halloween - I'm in charge of costumes and candy. Christmas - presents, wrapping, presents, wrapping, baking, presents, and more wrapping. Some years I even wrap my own gifts and put them under the tree. Easter - sneaking out to buy the Easter chocolates.
Normally, Husband is by my side on Christmas Eve and Easter Eve, finalizing, setting up Santa stuff, hiding the Easter Eggs, eating Santa's cookies, making bunny prints on the stairs or reindeer prints in the yard...
This Easter Eve - HE SLEPT!!!!
What would have happened if I had fallen asleep as well? No Easter Bunny?
MEN!
Yes, he was pretty sheepish on Sunday morning as the kids ran around, having a great time. As he sat on the couch, he looked over at me and said, "Great job! High Five!" As I kept my arm tightly folder across my chest, I got 'high-fived' right in the middle of the forehead.