And I’m not talking about the boozy kind.
As a working mom, holidays are hard – hard enough that I actually had a nightmare about Easter not too long ago. I dreamed I had completely forgotten Easter – and woke up filled with anxiety.
Whenever a holiday rolls around and I’ve added Santa – or the Easter Bunny – or St. Valentine – or whatever – to my limitless list of roles I need to play, the anxiety bubbles up.
How will I get it all done?
My nightmare about Easter kicked my planning in high gear. We don’t go overboard with gifts – but I had actually patted myself on the back for my organizational skills this year. I had all my Easter Bunny tasks done with days to spare!
And I felt quite proud until 10 p.m. the night before Easter, when I gathered up bunches of green cellophane Easter grass, chocolate eggs and the little gifts from Target so I could assemble the baskets.
And I realized that some stuff was missing – like a box of Leggos and a small game for my son.
I checked the Target receipt – and yes, I paid for them. I had left them at the counter several days earlier.
Suddenly it hit me – my advance preparation had left me ill-prepared with my oversight in the checkout lane.
I moved some stuff around from the girls baskets to his – and went to bed worrying that they would notice the less then full Easter baskets.
The kids woke up and were thrilled. My husband made a face at me across our cups of coffee. The kids were hardly deprived with a total of three Easter egg hunts throughout the weekend. We saw a whole bunch of members of our extended family. Soccer started too. They had a blast last weekend – despite the lack of leggos.
Don’t know why I worry so much. But I do – because that’s on my list of things to be as a mom too – worrier-in-chief.
However, I learned this Easter that the “stuff” isn’t nearly as important as the chance to celebrate with family – a lesson I can thank my children for teaching me.
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