Day 26: Easter

“The Bunny Buggy has left the Burrow” – solid alliteration from Dad and different from texts of Easters’ Past. There was nothing normal about Easter 2020, though.

Mom and Dad set up their egg hunt and were off the premises by 6AM. The boys didn’t wake up until 9.

And I finished reading a book!

We churched in our jammies. Matt made us fridge-and-pantry communion.

We played croquet; we popped honeysuckle.

We put the boys’ Easter candy on a shelf where they couldn’t reach it. Tommy circumnavigated that dare with his stool of sin at least three times.

We Easter skyped.

I made an Easter brunch of cheesy rice, bacon, and greens; Matt made an Easter dinner of burgers and fries.

No one wore pastel. I wore my LL Bean sweatshirt. I don’t think Matt took a shower. Tommy stopped wearing underwear two weeks ago.

Matt and Jesse played ping-pong. Ezra and I played Sorry. Matt, Jesse, Ezra, and I tried to play Sorry but had to abort when someone’s cranky chinked away at the chill Easter vibes.

The boys were going to camp out in the basement. Then, they weren’t. Turns out, what they really wanted to do was “sneak” camp out in the basement, which is easily done when Mom and Dad are in bed by 8:30. The older two made a fort; Tommy brought the candy.

All boys ditched the camp out by 10:30 (according to the oldest one’s report). Candy wrappers and scattered pillows from their revelry remain.

Now, it’s Monday, and I’m definitely off – neither tired, nor awake; neither cranky, nor cheerful; neither lazy, nor industrious. Just off.

Anyone else feeling some post Easter-but-was-that-really-Easter-or-just-a-funky-Sunday vibes?