Happy Easter, on a day that began bright (actually dark) and early at 6am. Saturday night, I assembled my daughter’s first true Easter basket, which is to say the first one with candy and chocolate and that she was actually aware might be coming. I am not crafty in the least, but thanks to CVS I procured a basket, some pink straw, a few plastic eggs, jellybeans, chocolate bunnies and Peeps. I also included stickers, a pen shaped like a cow, and a few other things that were not high in sugar or fat. (Just call me Jamie Oliver!) Anyway, she came in and of course was completely excited when she saw it. Immediately she seized upon the Peeps, and I let her have one, even though the sun wasn’t up yet. The look on her face as she took a bite was I wish I’d documented to show you here, but I was laughing too hard. She also had her first M&M, which was a milestone that left me a little verklempt. Imagine all the years of those ahead! Halloween, movies, after bad breakups!
Of course, with all this sugar—we also visited my mother in law, where we made cupcakes—there was bound to be a fall, and it happened when they most often seem to, right around 12:10 pm. (Don’t ask me about the science of this: it just is what it is. I personally have what I call The Five o’Clock freakout some days, when hunger and the day’s stresses combine to make me hit the wall. Clearly, Sasha is on her own schedule.) Suffice to say, it wasn’t pretty. Wailing for cookies, for candy, for various stuffed animals not in attendance was involved. Whining predominated, escalating to the point where I felt like quoting David Spade in Tommy Boy: “Did anybody see Scanners?” Factor in dogs scratching to go out, and banging to come back in, lunch that needed fixing and my husband being out of town, and you had a perfect storm even George Clooney couldn’t fix. (Not that would I have turned away his help, mind you.) Somehow, I managed to wrangle my daughter into a seat, get her some protein, and feed myself, and things slowly began to improve. Still, I felt totally depleted, and expressed it on my personal Facebook page that’s just for my friends and family. Then I collapsed for a little while. When I got up, I had a phone message from one cousin, and another friend calling just that minute to ask me who was making me feel so crappy. I couldn’t tell her it was me. Okay, actually I could. That’s why she’s my friend.
All of this is a long way of saying that there’s something about holidays that always reminds you that all that really matters are the people who love you. And also, Peeps for breakfast can be a mistake, especially when you’re dealing with a toddler. But like with writing and living and parenting and everything else, call you can do is your best. And I was.
That said, the rest of the weekend was very nice. With the TV and DVR to myself, I watched two (YES TWO!) movies: Precious, based on the novel Push by Sapphire, and Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. I know, I know. Talk about contrasts, right? Precious was amazing but totally harrowing, not exactly ideal for viewing right before bed, just so you know. Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, for me, was more like Ghosts of Movies Past, as it was JUST the kind of movie I used to see in the theater the first or second weekend it opened. Cute, funny, Jennifer Garner, Matthew McConaughey…it was just what I needed. Especially since just before I’d taken the BIG plunge of deleting Grey’s Anatomy from my DVR and Season Pass list. It was time. Honestly, I was starting to feel like I was in my relationship with this season of Grey’s for all the wrong reasons. Nostalgia, guilt, hoping things would revert to how they once had been. Wasn’t happening, so I cut the cord. Not easy! Sorry, Shonda Rhimes. It’s not you, I swear. It’s me.
(On a total side note, I can’t spell Matthew McConaughey without a Google search, and in doing so I found his website, which I LOVE. It makes me like him even more, which I am not sure I even thought was possible.)
There’s just enough Easter left to start cooking a big, healthy dinner, so I’m off to do that now. I hope you all have had good days with the ones you care about, and if you had Peeps, it was with no meltdowns. That is my wish for you.