Monday, March 24, 2008

A three day Easter holiday is a stinkin rip-off, but it has its perks.

The kids headed back to school today, still strung-out from all the sugary carb stuffing of yesterday and as evil-tempered as a pair of chihuahuas trapped at a pre-school. The Bohemian likes to see just how much of his candy he can eat that first day, and child - it is scary to think of, just based on the aftermath of decimated containers and sad little foil parings that once covered lovely dark chocolate lumps of goodness - am I rambling? Did it at least sound good?

He (the Bohemian) did try to weasel a day off out of me, by coming in to my bedroom groaning and giving me his best "I'm Sick, See?" face, but I wasn't biting. Oh hell no! Not after the insanity of maniacally excited pre-Easter kids, who twitch and jabber endlessly, just in anticipation of the sweet feast. Then they wake up on Easter at the butt crack of dawn and make poor night owl Mama (moi) get up right after she's just gone to bed, so she can watch them run around the house, cramming candy into their mouths, while she tries to balance a shaky cup of coffee and lean against the wall, moaning like Billy Crystal doing his old Jewish man schtick. This was the fun part, right? Oy.

No, they were going to school today, if only to give me a little peace. I smiled gaily as I dropped them off and headed for home and that first blissful cup of coffee, drank in complete silence.

Ahhh! School is a wonderful thing, best appreciated after a weekend of sugary debauchery.

7 comments:

Chanda (aka Bea) said...

I bet the teachers just LOVE the Monday after Easter.

So today is the day we raid the kids' baskets. Yes? Come on! They'll never know. I got dibbs on the Robin's Egg Malted Milk Balls!

jennifer h said...

I seriously want to raid my kids' baskets, but my son knows the count on every item in his. Why, oh, why did the stupid Easter Bunny put ALL the marshmallow eggs in their baskets?? The Easter Bunny was not thinking ahead to Monday, not one bit.

Your American Idol! said...

My kids were up half the night jabbering on an insane sugar high. It wasn't even words, it was just an incomprehensible buzzing tone...'hiyadadadadada deet deet'..or something like that. I expected the crash would at least earn me some piece until, like, 8am (they're on 'spring break'), but nooooo....up at 630 and keeping the buzz going. It's like being a 24 hour crystal meth party or something, all those goddamn peeps and chocolate bunnys coursing through their little veins.

FairiesNest said...

We got to eat all the dark chocolate eggs ourselves! One of the perks of grown kids...this too shall pass...

flutter said...

Sugar free peeps suck.

Just sayin'

Professor J said...

I so envy you (not). At least not today.

maggie, dammit said...

I think the Easter bunny should come at night. How the hell am I supposed to practice consistent parenting if they get their frickin' baskets and then I say "no, we don't eat candy in the morning?" I can't. You can't. So they eat it all gaddamn day and then what have you got? What Your American Idol described. Exactly that.

Fucking bunny.