Here she is right before she ate a Hershey’s kiss and dribbled chocolate down the front of her Easter dress, which, of course, I purchased for $15.99 last year at Marshall’s on clearance and fully intended to resell on eBay to finance next year’s Easter couture.
The children all looked pretty good, at least for ten minutes until the boys’ shirt came untucked and the knees of the pants became muddy during the post-church service Easter egg hunt. I couldn’t help being pleased with my savvy shopping skills–they were outfitted entirely in clothing purchased on clearance at Marshall’s, (aka My Favorite Store) and Value Village. Every item looked new and carried an satisfactory label (Ralph Lauren, Dockers, The Gap).
After church, I finished cooking dinner and my mother surprised me by bringing my grandmother (now 100-years old and counting) as a guest. We had a lovely meal, except that one of my teenagers (I have teenagers now!) has the beginning symptoms of the virus and preferred to sleep than eat. He’s headachey, lethargic and on the brink of throwing up.
And two of the little ones I watch were home on this Easter Sunday vomiting. And with uncharacteristic optimism I had thought maybe no one else would get sick.
Oh, and my daughter woke up with a stuffy nose this week. If it’s not one thing, it’s another.