For the past couple of days, I have felt like the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland darting through the bushes and mumbling, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!" I don't know how this happened, but Easter hopped up from behind and nearly pushed me down the rabbit hole.
It hit me when we went to an Easter egg hunt last Friday. I had not sent out any Easter cards. No pastel eggs or cute bunnies were decorating our house, which was okay because I explained to the kids that we don't put them out now until after Good Friday. Lent is so serious, you know. We can't decorate the house during such a solemn time.
Whew. I really saved myself with that quick-witted thinking. I think might have started a new tradition, too.
I knew I was in big trouble, though, later that evening when the boys asked about Katie's Easter basket. She and her friends had hidden the eggs, not hunted them. Nicholas forgot.
"Why is Katie's basket empty? Did she eat all her candy?" He asked.
"No, honey. Remember? She didn't even go trick-or-treating with you."
Everyone just stopped and stared while I tried to cover up my snafu with a chuckle.
"I was just checking to see if you were paying attention." Then I quickly changed the subject.
That night before bed Pete said, "Today is Friday, tomorrow is Saturday... and then comes Monday."
"You mean we skip Christmas?" Nicholas answered.
We all laughed.
It must run in the family.
"You sound like Mom!" Andrew joked.
P.S. We ended up having a very nice Halloween/ Christmas/ Easter celebration.