April 24, 2011

Easter Parenting (almost) Fail

This year I was so proud of myself for buying the kids Easter basket stuff ahead of time. I am notorious for putting it off until the last minute, then scrambling trying to get stuff together. For 3 years when Jacob and Clara were little, I actually recycled these 2 stuffed bunnies for Easter. Yes, I'm horrible. I've always been good going over the real reason, but when it comes to the Easter Bunny, I tend to wait until the last minute. I do fine with Christmas, Valentines Day, birthdays. Anyway, this year I actually got stuff ahead of time and stashed it where they wouldn't be able to find it. I was very proud of myself. No re-gifted toys this year! Flash forward 3 weeks. I went into work the night before Easter, got busy with an awesome delivery and it gets to be about 2:00am before I make a realization: I didn't put the kids baskets together and Husband has no idea where stuff is at, and it's 2:00am, I can't call him to tell him. Well, I suppose I could have, but that really wouldn't have been very nice. My only hope was that I got off of work early enough to get home before the kids woke up, gather up their Easter baskets that are scattered throughout the house, put stuff in them and hide them. As I'm walking out, Husband calls and says "The kids are pretty upset with the Easter Bunny". Parenting Fail. I come up with a plan that I hoped would work. I told him to where the bags of goodies were hidden, and had him put them outside with the baskets. I got home from work, assembled said baskets and came inside and said to the kids "Hey, guess what I found outside!". The kids come to the conclusion that the Easter Bunny didn't leave stuff in their baskets earlier because they didn't set them out. Phew. Thanks to my stealth mommy skills, Crisis is averted.


Anonymous said...

Don't worry about "recycling". It's better to reuse the same plastic crap various times, if you have to use it all, then to keep buying more useless, China-made, plastic crap. Or, you could dispense with it all together. How about getting the family together to paint some hard-boiled eggs or blown eggs like I did when I was a kid? It's fun and artistic, and at least the end product is compostable.

Emily said...

That is too funny! My mom would always forget tooth fairy money. I was deathly afraid of the Easter bunny, so my dad called "Easter bunny headquarters" and made sure he knew to leave our baskets on the back porch and not come in the house. :)