Easter

 Eggs have been dyed.

 Jack had a fit.

 Baskets consumed. (Grant has seriously eaten 14 lbs of candy.)

 (All this girl wanted was a snackeez. She was on and on about will the Easter bunny bring her what she REALLY wants?)

Jack got up at 4 bloody am.

 Ear photos have been taken.

 Insanity ensued.

 Eggs have been hunted, both here and at church. Sam found the golden egg at church. (Why didn't I take a pic?)

Church was attended. Jack had a fit.

Cascarones were broken.

I had to squeeze in a home appraisal on Weds (with 12 hours notice), preschool party room mothering on Thursday, a day trip to a flea on Friday followed by insane running around as we had to have our family Easter on an emergency on Saturday (With 12 hours notice). By today? I AM DEAD.

Now it's time for me to blow that diet and eat chocolate. And pea salad. And then some more chocolate.

Happy Easter!