I have a little secret. Well, maybe it’s not a secret because I mentioned it on Twitter, but I do not like Easter.
Let me clarify, I don’t like the way Easter is celebrated.
First off, eggs and candy are two things I can live without. I’m not a huge fan of sweets and eggs…ohmygoodness…I can eat them maybe two ways and only if I don’t think about it. They make me want to hurl. And the whole rabbit hiding everything is a little ridiculous, even for someone who tells their kids crazy tales like me. I just don’t like it. At least a fat man sneaking into your house while you sleep to leave you gifts is a little more plausible.
We hide eggs for the kids. They get one very small gift in their baskets, and that’s it. I don’t even make a special dinner. I don’t like dying the eggs. I don’t like hiding them. I feel like if I am going to hide something I need to do it really well. You want that sparkly pink egg full of candy? Then you have to work for it.
David says I am an Easter Grinch. And I am. I do not deny it.
I also don’t understand why Easter has basically become a second Christmas or birthday with parents buying their kids gazillions of presents. The only reason our kids get a small gift is because David received a little something as a kid. I understand we love our kids and, sure, we want any excuse we can to spoil them…but really?
I’d be perfectly happy skipping the whole holiday, but the kids do love it. They had a lot of fun running around searching for all the hidden food, and Irelyn even re-hid the empty, plastic eggs so they could all have another go at it.
I’ve tried to figure out where Easter went wrong for me, but I can’t. I don’t have a good reason. My first Easter (which I don’t remember, of course) was spent at my grandparents’ house in “the valley.” They had someone come over in a pink Easter bunny costume. It scared me. There are pictures of me screaming. The only other two Easters I really remember are the one where my sister stepped on a bee while we were looking for eggs in the yard and the one where my Grandmother told me there was no Santa Claus.
Heh…maybe I do some reasons not to like Easter.
Nevertheless, I hope you had a wonderful Easter and were able to surround yourself with all the people you love.
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haha! I’m not crazy for Easter either… if the kids weren’t into it, I’d probably not even bother celebrating it. the kids get a few little treats in their baskets but nothing too extravagant… we hide the eggs outside and totally forgot to even dye eggs this year! ha!
I’m glad I am not the only one! We wouldn’t celebrate it either if the kids weren’t into it. I just don’t get it.
The four of us should start a club! I despise Easter (the way it is celebrated) I am convinced this began with those dumb socks we used to have to wear… you know the ones, with ruffles all around the tops. EW. And yes, I agree candy? No thanks… Hide some salty snacks in those eggs and you might have me hunting for them!
Chloe looks like she belongs in a “Donnie Darko” movie. hee hee LOVE the photo! Last year I hid a book for the kids.
I am right there with you. Yesterday was basically just another day for us. Yes, my Grandma sent candy out from california for the kids but we didn’t do anything special. My husband went into town to pick up some groceries and even one of the major stores was closed. It was crazy. I could do with out it also.
They some cool bunny glasses, that is a very Easter specail crew you have there x
This year is the only year we have not gone all out for one I was sick and half of my family was out of the city. This year it was like just another day and I got to say I kind of missed our Easter festivities
Easter was always a pretty big deal in my house, but only because my Grandmother was very religious and it was her favorite holiday. I look forward to passing some of that on to my kids, but we definitely don’t make a big deal of it these days.