Three reasons to dislike Easter

1. Someone decided that Easter would be a good time for Peeps and chocolate bunnies. Even though we kept things pretty minimal with the kid’s Easter basket, I’m blaming the sugar high on his decision to skip his nap yesterday and then get up at 4:00 a.m. this morning. Grrrr.

2. That sugar thing didn’t help his mom out much either. I leave for Florida in six days and I can’t fit into my bathing suit. Double grrrr.

3. Easter egg hunts suck, well, eggs. Seriously. I took my kid to the mall to experience his first one and we both stood dazed as a gazillion children raced crazily to the corners and got to the loot before we’d even taken a step. If it weren’t for the extreme kindness of our friend Gail, who we were lucky to run into, my kid would have been in tears (and so would his mom!). How can you take your child to an Easter egg hunt and come out without an egg? I almost managed it. (Thank you, thank you, Gail and Bridget!) Triple grrrr.