Hi all 😃 hope everyone is looking forward to the long weekend, celebrating whatever it is you chose to celebrate 😃
Today dawned the school Easter Fete – always a great favourite with the kids. A chance for them to buy back all the stuff you donated on the quiet! A chance to have their faces painted so you need sandpaper to scrub it off! A chance to win an Easter Egg in the raffle – which 4th born managed to do – by hanging around the teacher pulling out the tickets – and drooling! And also the chance to enter the “Decorate an Easter Egg” competition – which basically means another chance for me to epically fail as a parent – because I refuse to participate 😳
Any of you who read my blog should know by now how crap I am in the arts and crafts department so this shouldn’t come as a big surprise 😄 but there is another reason and it’s basically to punish my children for a past mistake they made when they first started Primary School.
To be fair, they were only babies at 4 and 6 years old and they begged to decorate eggs for the competition. Now because I’m rather fond of the offspring I relented. We went to Hell – sorry Hobbycraft – and bought a cartload of arty crafty Easter things and set out to do the eggs.
Now I threw myself into this mission – and 4 bloody hours later and a dozen eggs later, because they kept cracking – the girls had decorated their eggs – with glitter, feathers, little fluffy chicks, sequins and anything else they could lay their little sticky fingers on!
The kitchen looked like Mr Maker had had a seizure – glitter everywhere, bits all over the floor, the apples in the fruit bowl were glued together – what a mess – but the end result was – well compared to others – pretty mediocre – but they had their eggs for the next day! 😊
I proudly placed the eggs in their little egg boxes all ready for the morning. I felt like a pretty awesome Mother. Yes, just like all the other dutiful Mothers who do these wonderful, time consuming activities with their darling children! 😀
I could hear the girls downstairs the next morning. I made my way downstairs and suddenly stopped in my tracks ……….. What was that awful smell???! 😳 It was a strong eggy smell …….
I ran into the kitchen to find the girls had started breakfast …..
They had decided to have hard boiled eggs – cold – they had shelled and were eating my creations …………… 😳