As the days grow warmer and the sun shines brighter, I look forward to the arrival of spring. I can almost feel the joy of longer days and the sound of children playing outside. The blooming flowers lift my spirits, and I relish the chance to keep my windows open without the chill of winter. However, despite my love for this season of renewal, I have a growing disdain for the Easter holiday. Let me clarify—I hold no objections to the religious significance of the day. In fact, attending Easter Mass is uplifting and often just what I need after the dreariness of winter.
What I truly can’t stand are the chaotic preparations and traditions that come with Easter, especially as a parent. Last year, while battling other stressed moms at the store over last-minute chocolate bunnies and the dwindling supply of jelly beans, I had an epiphany: playing the Easter Bunny doesn’t make me happy at all.
Easter has morphed into the spring equivalent of Christmas, and honestly, it’s exhausting. Why do we feel the need to turn every holiday into a mini-Christmas?
1. Decorating Easter eggs is overrated.
Sure, the idea of dyeing eggs sounds charming. Vibrantly colored eggs nestled in a basket are visually appealing. But if you have kids, you know the chaos that ensues. The smell of vinegar is overwhelming, boiling dozens of eggs is a chore, and dye stains everything. Amidst the mess, children lose interest, and before you know it, you’re issuing frustrated commands as tears stream down faces. Thanks a lot, egg-dyeing kits.
2. Hardboiled eggs are a dietary dilemma.
After a marathon of egg decorating, consuming 48 hardboiled eggs becomes a challenge. You quickly transition from egg breakfasts to endless egg salad, which, trust me, is not as delightful as it sounds.
3. Plastic grass is the bane of my existence.
Who thought plastic shredded grass was essential for Easter baskets? I’m convinced it’s the work of a madman, as it seems to multiply and invade every corner of my home until summer.
4. Easter’s date is always unpredictable.
Honestly, I can barely remember to pack my kids’ lunches, let alone keep track of a holiday that shifts every year. Whoever set this up clearly didn’t have small children. Can we just choose a consistent date for Easter already?
5. Festive outfits meet instant mess.
I adore the charming Easter outfits, but it’s maddening how quickly children can ruin them. I’ve learned not to invest in fancy clothes anymore.
6. Black jelly beans are unwelcome.
Let’s be clear: black jelly beans have no place in my Easter basket. They are an abomination.
7. The Easter Bunny myth is bizarre.
As a parent, perpetuating the tale of a giant bunny sneaking into our home to leave candy feels downright strange. I can’t believe my kids aren’t frightened by this idea.
8. Easter baskets have become extravagant.
When I was a child, my Easter basket held a few jelly beans and maybe a chocolate bunny. Now, social media showcases baskets overflowing with gifts, and scavenger hunts are a must. It’s too much!
9. Peanut butter eggs are too limited.
Why are Reese’s peanut butter eggs only available for a few weeks? I need my fix year-round, and those holiday-themed versions just don’t cut it.
10. The number of Easter egg hunts is overwhelming.
In my childhood, I attended one Easter egg hunt, and that was it. Now, it feels like we’re inundated with them, along with breakfast with the Easter Bunny and endless photo ops. It’s exhausting for both parents and kids.
I understand that my time as the Easter Bunny will eventually fade, and I will miss my children’s excitement as they dash to their baskets. But that time is not now. For now, I’ll be stashing peanut butter eggs away for myself.
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In summary, Easter can be overwhelming for parents navigating the holiday’s traditions and expectations. From messy egg decorating to over-the-top baskets, the charm of Easter often feels overshadowed by stress.