Every so often, I need to pull up my big Mama panties and do something I'd rather not.
Clean up puke...decide what to do with a sippy cup full of milk that was found under the couch after months of hiding...dye Easter Eggs...make cut-out Christmas cookies...carve pumpkins.
Moment of honesty here: I can NOT find the strength (or big enough panties) to actually carry out those last two. Early on in my mothering career, I took one for the team and did it...but now? Now with 5 kids vying for knives and flinging slimy pumpkin seeds all over and the rolling/rolling/rolling out of cookies?
I decided that it takes years off my life...and I figure, when my kids grow up, that they'll appreciate me thinking of them long term and realizing that they'd rather have their good ol' mom around for a few extra years than carving a stupid pumpkin.
(Shhhh...don't burst my bubble, let me believe this one. Sigh. Okay, maybe this year I'll have to dig deep to find the ginormous panties it takes for me to pull those last two holiday activities off. MAYBE.)
Anywhoodles...last weekend I decided to tackle the egg dying routine..."EggStock '11"...only it wasn't a 3 day party (phew!!). Some years we get fancy kits, other years (i.e. this year) we just go with straight up dye. Less years lost off my life that way.
And, if I'm going to be totally honest, it wasn't that bad. Save for the "But MO-om, he already dyed two eggs!"..."MO-om, it's my turn for the blue now!!"...you know, the typical Easter Egg coloring bickering.
I need to realize to just let them be. Who cares if an egg breaks (they don't eat them anyway, since the Easter Bunny puts their "personalized" egg in their basket and it sits out all night), or if they want to dip their egg in every color, or if some fingers get dyed rainbow colors, right?
It's all for the memories. (That is going to be my new mantra, "It's all for the memories. It's all for the memories. It's all for the memories." Maybe it'll help get me through...)
Oh, and LOOK! There's even a photo of me! Oh, and look...we need to repaint that corner...
And now, my Baby Girl can NOT stop talking about "when da Easter Bunny gonna put my agate in da Easter Basket?" (She usually calls eggs "eggies"...but we went on an Easter Egg hunt at Dr. J's a coupla weekends ago during which they also hunted for agates and now she's all confused...)
So, the count down is on: 4 days 'til "da Easter Bunny" puts the "agates" in "da Easter Baskets"!
EggStock '11...not as bad as I thought it'd be!