Or, Happy Easter Post.I had such a fantastic day! I found out at the last minute that my 12 year old had to be home and that Easter morning had to be exactly the same as usual.
As a mom, I knew where that desperation was coming from. We've had a traumatizing two years and he wants to reclaim them back somehow. His way was having Easter EXACTLY the same. So I thought, "Sure". I'm up for that.
I drove out of town to pick him up because he was visiting my mother. I also hunted through Superstore to find all the same things as usual. This was tough because my memory is crap right now.
I also bought things for an Easter egg hunt because the one we've always gone to at my grandmothers was canceled. When I went to pay it was $121! I acted all smooth like it was no problem but really, that's the last of our money for the month.
I set my alarm for 5:00am so I could hide his basket and some eggs, like usual. I knew I'd be wrecked from doing it but sometimes thing must be done. He woke up in the morning and didn't wake me up! How fab! So I felt not too bad when I got out of bed.
My oldest son showed up with three friends for the afternoon egg hunt. There's nothing cuter than teenagers who are trying to maintain their "cool" status but are dying to run around the yard for eggs.
I love them. Especially my son who has his boxers sticking out of his pants.
The day was beautiful but completely stormed after the hunt. The wind whipped up in a frenzy and the rain poured and eventually snowed. It was, in conclusion, the perfect day.
And the SuperUltimateUberWickedCool thing that happened was finding this mutant mini egg. I have been eating mini eggs for 20 years and have never found an egg such as this.
I'm pretty sure in some cultures, mutant mini eggs are a sign of good fortune.