The bunny dropped off the Easter Eggs and the kids are home for a week. WHAT.. WAS.. I.. THINKING?
Those “sweet” childhood memories of Easter Egg Hunts get me into trouble every year. Now my kids are old enough to actually eat those sugar laden eggs. Regret met remorse today.
Two kids on a sugar high, chasing mylar balloons around the living room on a rainy day has inspired me to hide the candy a little better than I did on Sunday morning.
I normally don’t keep sugary junk in the house for lots of reasons and now I remember, with total clarity why.
There is the added lunacy of our two dogs joining into the fray, even without the chocolate high.
Next year, that darned “wabbit” will be redirected to LaHoya.