I did the math. It all made sense. With Jeff working overnight but wanting to take part in all of the Easter morning festivities, I calculated how late we all could sleep: we'd wake the kids at 9:15. That'd give 'em 10-15 minutes to hunt for eggs, plus a half hour to get ready for church. We could then leave by 10 a.m. and get to church with more than enough time to find a place to sit.
It should have worked. But I forgot to calculate one thing: the excitement factor. At 7:15, the boy who's been sleeping in all week chose to rise and shine, bouncing into our room. "Happy Easter. Can we look for eggs now?"
In retrospect, I could have bought us all an extra half hour of sleep simply by telling him to go look at the hockey cards left by the Easter bunny. Once the packs were open, that's all he wanted to do. (Note to the Easter bunny: if the Minnesota Wild's season ends the night before Easter next year, like it did this year, skip the hockey cards. AJ would rather move on to baseball cards.)
Sydney had to be woken up, but quickly reached fully alert status. She was very relieved to find a book, small stuffed monkey and a Pez candy dispenser in her basket. Proof that the Easter bunny doesn't keep a naughty/nice list like Santa.
And then it was time for the made dash around the living room.
AJ was faster, but Sydney held her own. She did a better job understanding the "you're getting hotter/colder" clues I gave a few time. The competition turned particularly fierce when the kids collided and baskets tips, dumping eggs on the ground. Whose were whose?
I convinced them to let me take some of their eggs back to the table, freeing up space in their baskets to collect more.
And then we let Daddy go back to sleep for a little longer before church while the kids started in on their sugar rush. All in all, a very fun Easter morning.
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