April 9, 2007
I had thought about liveblogging the aftermath of Easter.
All the candy and wrappers strewn across my floor is causing immeasurable amounts of pain to my anal retentive heart. I have had to do some deep breathing to resist the urge to get out the vacuum and suck it all up. I am confident that my beloved Dyson could handle it.
Not so certain about the delicate psyches of my PRESHUS children.
But really how much fun would it be to look at photo after photo of blurry children.
Children who are blurry because they are so hopped up on sugar they can not sit still.
Miles has probably run a marathon today. Just in a circle around the candy.
He pauses only to bend down and throw handfuls of candy across the room in an attempt to catch them in his mouth.
My daughter, however, has smartly parked herself in front of the candy bowl. Where she digs with her brand new Dora shovel selectively choosing the pieces she wants to eat. Chocolate pieces.
Further evidence of female superiority.
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