The Egg Hunt

We leave for the Naval Academy in two months. In addition to the stack of paperwork Mr. A has to complete, we have everything else that pops up on the calendar this busy time of year:

Family weekend at the beach, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, three birthdays, AP exams, final exams, prom, Memorial Day, Bacon Day, Grad Night, graduation, and a going away party.

It’s a pretty full schedule and quite honestly I didn’t put that much thought into Easter. Our plans included going to my mother-in-law’s house for brunch and then going to my parents’ house for dessert. I didn’t have to host or cook so I decided to coast through the holiday.

So I was a little surprised when Mr. A asked to do an Easter Egg hunt. What? I haven’t hidden eggs for the boys for I don’t know how many years. In fact, my Sweetie recently found the old plastic eggs in the pantry and took them to Goodwill.

As the boys grew older over the years, they got too good finding the eggs that I hid. I remember that one year they found the eggs in two minutes flat. The year after, I developed a scavenger hunt for the boys. That tradition only lasted a few years until the boys got too clever for me. It took me much longer to create the puzzles than it did for the boys to solve them.

Anyway, yesterday I stopped by the store and bought a package of 42 plastic eggs, more Peeps, malted eggs, and a couple of chocolate bunnies. I sat at the kitchen table filling the eggs with foil-wrapped chocolate eggs that I bought earlier and wondered when the heck I was to hide them because the kids usually stay up later than S and I.

This morning we got up before the boys and hid everything. Let me tell ya, if you need Easter eggs hidden, get my Sweetie to do it. The eggs were hid so well that it took the boys almost half an hour and a little bit of help to find every last egg.

I’ve been so busy mentally preparing for my eldest son to become an adult that I didn’t stop to think that he might enjoy being a kid for as long as he can.