Why It’s A Good Thing That Easter Egg Hunts Happen Only Once A Year

 

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Late last night, long after the kids had been tucked up snugly in their beds, my husband and I found ourselves draped across the couch, drifting lazily off to sleep as the last few credits of the movie we had been watching trailed slowly off the screen.

“We should go to bed,” I mumbled, sinking deeper into the couch.  “The kids will be up early tomorrow to hunt for eggs…”  I paused, something niggling at the back of my brain.  I blinked thoughtfully and rubbed my eyes.  Then it clicked.

“THE EGGS!” I exclaimed, jumping excitedly off the couch.  “I need to hide the eggs!!!”

Dennis’ head, which had be resting on my shoulder, dropped awkwardly onto the couch.  He groaned.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!” I squealed, as I skipped across the room to grab my basket of eggs.  “This is my absolute favourite thing in the world!!”

“I thought I was your favourite,” Dennis said hopefully from under a cushion.  I grinned, then scooped up a handful of eggs and dashed across the room.

I spent the next fifteen minutes frantically hiding deliciously wrapped eggs, all the while being sent into fits of giddy delight by the overpowering smell of chocolate.  When I was done I dragged Dennis off the couch and ushered him upstairs.  There was one final thing to be done before bed.

The kids had each left an empty Easter basket outside their door in hopes of finding them filled with a surprise by morning.  I tiptoed, breathlessly, toward the baskets and carefully placed something special in each one before darting ninja-style into the bathroom.  Dennis peered curiously at me over his toothbrush.

“It’s done!” I whispered.  “It’s going to be magical!”

And it was.

This morning the kids dragged us from bed before the sun was fully up, and began the egg hunt in earnest as Dennis and I shuffled sleepily downstairs, rubbing the remaining sleep from our eyes.  It took the kids about as long to find the eggs as it did for me to hide them, which has already inspired me to up my game for next year.

The rest of the morning passed in a sugary haze, with the children buzzing from room to room riding out their chocolate high.  As for me, last night’s excitement has left me glassy-eyed and a little punchy today, which would explain the coffee binge that currently has me plastered to the ceiling.  It’s probably a good thing that Easter Egg hunts happen only once a year, because I’m not sure I have what it takes to handle this kind of excitement more often than that.

Happy Easter, Friends!

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40 thoughts on “Why It’s A Good Thing That Easter Egg Hunts Happen Only Once A Year

    1. This is by far the best comment I have ever received! Thank you!
      (I shared this with my husband, and he said it was the most “R rated/G rated” comment he has ever read. He loves it!).

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      1. That made me laugh out loud. I’m glad it didn’t offend you, I’m kind of incapable of filtering myself at this point, I just use “my words” at intensifiers. Where do you live? I like you, I’m coming over to help you hide hide eggs next year. 😄

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      2. I like you too :). Your non-filter is refreshing! I’m in Canada. 😉
        When I was a kid (well, a teenager, if we are being honest here), I used to get my dad to hide the Valentine’s Day chocolates he used to buy for me. That was in addition to the Easter eggs that I still asked him to hide. I’m debating asking my husband to start hiding chocolates around the house at random times of the year. It makes me THAT happy!

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      3. Dude I was reading tips from guys for guys on keeping your lady happy and one of the tips was to hide chocolates where you know she’ll discover them, especially during our advanced chocolate need time of the month. This is a real thing!

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  1. I absolutely love your writing…you’re funny, honest, direct….you get the reader hooked and keep us until the end. Totally enjoyable, well-written piece. Very well written piece…. ;>)

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  2. I miss having little ones around at Easter. The youngest grand daughter who lives in this state just figured out that the Easter Bunny is her mom and said, “You can just give me the basket after breakfast. You’re too old (mom is 29) to go around hiding stuff.”

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      1. She’ll be nine in November. I think a kid at school told her. But we have a 4 year old grandson. Unfortunately he lives out of state so we don’t get to do the Easter egg thing with him.

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  3. Okay, I’m intrigued. So you hide the chocolate eggs all over the house and then put one special treat in each basket? That’s cool. Here in the states it has gotten ridiculous with what kids get (and expect) but growing up we always left our baskets which were filled by the Easter Bunny overnight. In my home our own “Easter Bunny” left each of us one special personilzed candy treat while the rest was sort of dup,icated for all four of us. Mine was always red hots. For egg hunting, we all dyed boiled eggs and they were hidden outside in the yard. Or plastic eggs were used with little treats inside. The “golden” egg had a dollar in it. A dollar went a lot farther back then than now. Lol So glad you all had such fun. Oh! One year for my own guys I made bunny face bean bags for tossing anf I left “bunny prints” on the hall floor. 😀Ain’t Motherhood the best?

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    1. Your Easter traditions sound like a lot of fun!
      Depending on when Easter is each year, there can be snow on the ground, so we have never hidden the eggs outside. I love the idea of that though!

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