After dinner, our van pulled into Target.
I was sent in on a simple mission: Grab some eggs for breakfast. (Bad mom confession right here- I totally skipped dyeing eggs this year).
Ryan dropped me off and said he'd swing around in ten minutes to pick me back up. An hour later, and a half a dozen eggs short, I was out of the hell hole (sorry Target!).
But really, EASTER has people going bananas.
I suppose its not just Easter... its every holiday, and day in between. Looking on pinterest is the quickest way to feel like the biggest mom failure ever.
I mean, since when are we supposed to feel guilty for buying boxed valentines day cards verses doing the handmade, printables with five different types of card stock?
I don't know. But I am so, SO, very over it.
Target was packed with last minute shoppers, me included. The Easter aisles were bare. And when I left I felt frenzied, "Did we get the kids enough for Easter?" I asked Ryan.
Getting home, I realized a huge tragedy; we were one basket short for a peanut butter egg.
Unacceptable. Because how dare my kids wake up tomorrow morning and be shorted a chocolate egg? Right?
I feel like the biggest idiot even typing this out. But what is it about holiday's and kids that has us parents on edge? I don't want to live like this. I don't want to care about a missing chocolate egg!
In the end, Ryan went out to Publix and got the dang egg. And now I can sleep. (sarcasm)
So tell me, do you fall into the holiday/pinterest/#1 parent of the year award trap? Or are you over it?
I suppose since I have 4 Easter baskets sitting here, all equally filled and looking lovely, I can say I've fallen in the trap.