The counter is flooded with dishes that have no room in the sink, the laundry has been caught up on, only to fall back behind again, my cell phone has a crusty coats of saliva dissolved Nilla Wafers, and there is no way FDA would approve of the unhealthy amount of chocolate that is in the household.
At 2:47 pm yesterday, I attempted to rally, telling myself that today was to be had, a nap was not. Tomorrow, we'd restore energy, catch up on sleep, stop having just one more chocolate covered everything. At 3:22, I woke up, far from rallied, restored, caught up, or chocolate repulsed.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I adore Easter. I love every pastel colored, sugar rushed, cranky kid, bunny hopping, nap rallying, egg hunting minute of it. The week of vacation that only adds to the suspense of Sunday morning's big reveal, with made up songs about bunny tails wiggling, accompanied by classically trained pot players (minus the classically trained part), multi-family play dates at parks on beautiful days, and memories being made with passed down Easter traditions.
I love that at the end of the week, I'm left with an overall feeling of success, accomplishment, and satisfaction, attached with no specific reason, event, or occurrence. A week fueled with declared reasonings of because it's Easter!, steamrolling us from one cease the day moment to the next. A content exhaustion, that causes me to call it a night at 9:30, mid-blog writing, because I've been staring at the screen with a too tired mind for 20 unproductive minutes, but the excitement that the days motivation will be carried over to the next morning, because it's was Easter…..
and I adore Easter.