Easter happened this year, but only just. I didn't make it to the store until Saturday, and there were no egg-dying kits left. Luckily I was able to make some dye from food color.
Also, there was nothing left to fill the Easter baskets. I was mortified, and almost in tears wondering what to do. Andy made it to another store at 11:30 PM Saturday night and was able to get enough to fill the kids' baskets.
Sunday morning we were late to church (and I mean really late) and missed nearly all of sacrament meeting, the whole reason for church in the first place.
I wasn't in a very happy mood, and came home and took a 4 hour nap. Instead of our usual Easter feast, we had cereal and apples for dinner.
All in all, it turned out fine. We dyed eggs, the kids found their (barely) filled baskets that the Easter Bunny had hidden, and we watched an Easter show on Sunday to remember why we even celebrate Easter in the first place... Our Saviour Jesus Christ, with which whom we would be lost without.
I wasn't even going to blog about Easter because I felt it was such an awful day. And then I remembered what it's really about and why we celebrate it. Plus, don't you think I'll laugh about it in 10 years?
Well, maybe 20.