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| Those are some pretty special-looking eggs. |
I spent a good part of last week preparing for Easter with the girls (and Peej).
We made paper Easter bunnies and plastered them to our front window. We braided traditional Armenian cheoreg biscuits to consume on Easter morning. Eggs were [carefully] dyed. We even unleashed the girls onto a wealthy neighborhood’s egg hunt. Everything was in place for a cinchy, relaxing, and nice Easter morning.
Even though P.J. wanted to go to 8am mass at our church (to beat the crowds!), which is precisely two hours earlier than the usual mass that we attend/stroll into five minutes later. No worries. Because everything was set.
And even though Nora woke up at 3:30 in the morning, laughing like a loon AT NOTHING, we didn’t worry. She’d fall back to sleep and be rarin’ by 6ish. And when Suzy woke for the day at 5:45am- roughly an hour and a half early than normal- we still didn’t fret. RELAXING, RESTFUL SUNDAY MORNING, that’s us.
The girls discovered their Easter baskets- and indeed, Nora found Susannah’s first and had to be pried away from it to continue searching for her own- and settled in to play with their pinwheels, Where’s Waldo books, and new sippy cups. (For the allotted ten minutes before breakfast. Did I mention that we had to leave the house at 7:45?)
Nora actually went willingly to the breakfast table- perhaps fueled by an extra kick of sugar along the way- and was thrilled about the imminent egg wars. (My sisters and I have always thwacked Easter eggs against each others’ eggs. The one whose egg comes through unscathed is declared the winner forever and ever Amen.)
She picked up a vibrant teal egg. I chose my trusty cherry red creation. She came at me with her egg.
It exploded.
BECAUSE THE EGGS WERE STILL RAW INSIDE.
Why? I have no flipping idea. It’s not rocket science, nor is this my first rodeo. I’ve boiled eggs before. Like, on every Easter prior since I’ve had my own apartment. (Also, any time I want egg salad.) So I know how to play the game.
I was now covered in splattered egg whites and, by the time that I cleaned it all up, my allotted five minutes for breakfast was way beyond up. So I devolved into what P.J. would kindly term “a mood.” He offered to scramble some eggs. I bit off his head and yelled that there was NO TIME. So I proceeded to re-hardboil the eggs, stripping them of any remaining lovely colors. P.J. attempted to help me walk away from the eggs, just walk away, but I was beyond reason. So I added a bunch of food coloring into the boiling water- all of the colors, in fact.
During this time, Nora and Susannah ate their [remaining] breakfast slowly, watching me with more than a little trepidation.
The result was a batch of weirdly purplish eggs, most of which cracked on their way to the pan. They were also entirely too hot to consume. Eat up, kids!
By now it was 7:30 and we needed to leave in fifteen minutes. I ran upstairs, gesturing wildly/rudely at my husband, and tossed on some semblance of non-wrinkly appropriateness. By the time I came back downstairs, P.J. had dressed Suzy in her starched white dress with blue trim- and it promptly wrinkled itself into oblivion. (Thanks for nothing, STARCH.) I wrangled Nora into her dress and attempted to take a sister picture of my two Easter bunnies- while Peej announced that he needed to go shave. (What? WHAT? If I had known we were taking the time for personal grooming, well then, I would have added another step or two upstairs, friend.)
The picture-taking was an abysmal failure. That’s all. Just- abysmal.
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| A cross-section of the mayhem. |
And we left the house at 8:02.
When we got to the church, it was jammed. We were led upstairs to the choir loft (which, okay, initially I was stoked about because, you know- I got to play in the choir loft!) But the view was terrible (except for an occasional glimpse of empty middle rows downstairs, come ON), and ridiculously poor audio…until P.J. turned the speakers on.
Followed up by a little boy turning it off again- ha ha! Great game! Another lady allowed her kids to run around and play video games on her phone. Someone behind me was snoring.
But Zuzu slept on me, filling me with a sense of peace (and also longing for some sleep of my own), and Nora happily placed ladybug stickers all over everything. Peej and I held hands. The sun was shining. And- despite everything that had happened in the morning and the fact that we could not hear a thing- it was a lovely service. We decided to hit the reset button on the morning’s craziness and enjoy the rest of the day together. This cheerful proclamation filled us with a renewed sense of purpose for our morning.
And it lasted until we all stood up and realized that the fly on P.J.’s suit had been down the whole time.
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