Easter Eve

It is the day before Easter.  It is 8:10 am in the morning.  I have been up since 5:30 am because it gets light so early in the UK.  I just got my drug of choice – Sprite.  I know it does not have any caffeine in it but I love it so much.  I know that I should switch to the Sprite Zero as my waist is not looking as petite as it did in my younger years, but we all need something that makes us happy and that does it for me.

Easter Eve, the Saturday before Easter, and I have not done anything to get a basket ready for my child.  She and I have lazily laid around for the past two days.  So, I find myself watching the clock and wondering when the stores will be opened and am I too late to find some goodies for the basket.

Over the years, I know her six short years; I have found that I am getting a bit lazy when it comes to getting the Easter Basket together. I know that I have to do it.  I pass by the candy and look at it, but it always seems like an inconvenient time to pick up some goodies for the basket.  So, I eventually find myself on Easter Eve looking for goodies and getting up the morning of Easter trying to make an Easter basket that is fit for a Princess.

This is my second year trying to establish some Easter traditions in the UK.  Last year, I think I was a bit more with it and ordered a few things from the states so that the basket was not a total loser.  This year, well, we will have to see what I can come up with at Waitrose and Tesco.  You never know, I might get lucky and come up with something brilliant or it might just be a bust.  On the positive or not so positive side, I know that the Princess will let me know.

She has given me a few hints on what should be in the basket.  The first problem is that I don’t know what I am looking for.  What is a Mushy Monster?  I hope I am spelling that correctly because I am sure that it is a little tiny gadget that by the end of the week will be on the floor at the end of the stairs so you can step on it in the middle of the night and forget that you should not use profanity that early in the morning.  Secondly, there should be a HUGE, yes HUGE chocolate Easter bunny in the basket that is not afraid of being eaten.  I did find that comical that she thought that chocolate bunnies fear Easter.  She did not mention my favorite candy at Easter which are jelly beans.  I will have to stick some in there to help protect the Easter Bunny.

Last night we watched the movie Hop.  Cute movie to watch a couple of days before Easter.  It gets you in the Easter mood as is evident as I sit in my nightgown when I should be in the car on the way to look for the basket goodies.

Well on that note, I am off to look for a fearless Chocolate bunny, some protective jelly beans, a few Mushy Monsters, and whatever else I can throw (sorry, put) in the basket to make it beautiful.  For those of you who have waited until the last minute to shop, let’s have a safe and happy shopping Easter Eve.  And if you see just one last brave HUGE chocolate bunny on the shelf, please leave it for me.

Cyn