Guest Post by Heather Davis, the Minivan Mamma who blogs at minivan-momma.com
WHERE IS PETER COTTONTAIL???
The magical and mystical entities that deliver such great joy to most of the children in the world seem to cause great trepidation to the children in our home.
Santa Claus does all right for the most part – there was that one Christmas, though, when the “jolly ol’ elf” woke up our daughters playing Wii basketball.
The Tooth Fairy is a forgetful but consistent soul who delivers her coin the morning after the tooth is evacuated, generally while the toothless one is crying really big tears over her cereal, wondering why her little tooth is worth nothing even though her sister’s last tooth got a dollar!
But the biggest slacker of all is the Easter Bunny. Maybe it’s because he has Friday off or maybe it’s because the Easter Bunny goes to the brink of a diabetic coma thanks to those sinfully delicious peanut butter eggs, but there is something about Easter that brings the Easter Bunny to light as a shirker.
It’s because of the Easter Bunny that we have a hard and fast holiday rule at our house: The Daughters must wake up Momma and Daddy before they do anything else. No tinkling. No brushing. No nothing until Momma gives the OK.
This rule was not arbitrarily placed. It was mandated after a series of Easter episodes. There was that one Easter that our daughters ran into the living room to discover that the Easter Bunny had left nothing. They raced to our bedroom only to find their Easter baskets next to our dirty clothes hamper. They also discovered a couple of peanut butter egg wrappers. WRAPPERS! That was the Easter they discovered that the ol’ Bunny had a thing for not cleaning up after himself.
On another occasion, the Easter Bunny suddenly woke at 3:17 AM with the odd feeling that he was forgetting something. At 3:25, after a frantic search through the closet, it was discovered that the Easter Bunny had forgotten to buy basket supplies and made a quick little jog to the 24-hour super-galactic store to grab whatever leftovers were assembled on the clearance aisle. (A bonus to this was that the items were marked down!)
And still another year, the Easter Bunny was making her way through a department store and grabbed a few basket stuffers forgetting that the owners of said-baskets were standing right beside her at that very moment. When the basket owners questioned the Easter Bunny about said items, the Easter Bunny actually replied with, “These are for your baskets,” before realizing the surprise might – just might – have been blown!
This year, however, the Easter Bunny is ahead of the game. After ten years of serving (or stressing) our family, he thought ahead. Gift cards. Easy, small and already bought. I just hope he remembers where they are hidden before Sunday morning!
Heather Davis, Minivan Momma, has figured it all out. Follow along as she shares her tricks on how to juggle being a full-time, work-outside-the-home momma with two crazy, start-the-day-fighting daughters all while keeping her home neat and tidy, her toilets clean and her husband satisfied in bed (and not just on Saturday nights!). OK – it’s only one “trick”. The trick is to ignore it all. Also, drink lots of sangria. And laugh every day. You’re always welcome to laugh at her! www.minivan-momma.com
