I realize it may have been an over-obsessive amount of eggs, but I blame it on my Latin roots (read: my mother), because God forgive me if we have unexpected guests and not enough food, drink, wine, or Easter eggs for everyone to go home happy.
Last year I stuffed the eggs with a combination of candy, money, and lotto scratchers.
Now with two kids in college, one in high school, and our (6 foot tall) baby finishing up middle school this year, I've decided to call it quits. Your Doctor's Wife can stuff it no longer.
I bought the kids Easter cards and chocolate bunnies.
However, I now realize I made one fatal flaw in my Easter plans.
I bought the chocolate bunnies too early.
Yes, my friends... this past week, in various fits of stress, I ate the four chocolate bunnies. One by one. The good news is that the bunnies didn't suffer. They were devoured quite quickly.
So now, on Easter, my kids will get a card. A card.
And you know what?
I don't feel bad about it. At all.