I’m trapped in the house with the tiny terrorists.
They have been torturing me with repetitive choruses of
Here comes a king with a golden crown,donkey riding, donkey riding
Here comes a king with a golden crownriding on a donkey
at every possible pause in conversation since Palm Sunday and I have to say that I am really looking forward to Jesus’ crucifixion because there is a dim possibility that they will SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Or not.
Perhaps I can conceal from them that He supposedly rose again?
The Easter Bunny may distract?
But enough blasphemy.
Why not escape the grumblings here and instead head to Bambino Goodies and see what else we’ve been doing in preparation for this chocolatey holiday?
Hope you and yours have a very eggy time (either fertilised or unfertilised, depending on how broody you are)
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Ooh definitely the unfertilised kind thank God. Or does saying that tempt fate? Oh I do hope not. I think I may break out in a cold sweat just thinking about it.
But the chocolate kind – (am not mentioning the ‘f’ word just in case) – have already been eaten. We bought 4 yesterday and the children were under strict instruction to save them for the weekend, but I now can not find any…although I did spy a few wrappers in the bin. Whoops.
Happy Easter. I hope the kiddies stop singing for you sake!
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Chocolate, unfertilized, please. We have a kite festival which distracts them, and the gift bearing Easter Bunny is definitely non-secular.
I am newly addicted to Gummi Bears and am enjoying biting off their paws and faces. It gets me through the day.
I always like the meltdowns and tantrums that happen when one child has more “eggs” in their basket (sorry about the pun) than others.
Thats when you really need to bring on the wine in buckets.
Hope that doesn’t happen where you are – the picnic sounds so sedate.
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Maternal Tales: I think there is something wrong with me. I have had 6 creme eggs in the house for over 2 days and I have not eaten a single one yet. OMG! Hope I have no FERTILISED ones hanging around (does furious calculation, then breathes enormous sigh of relief). It’s not that I’d mind another baby, it’s the pregnancy that would do me in. Husband is quite welcome to have the next one. Also, not really sure where we’d put it (cupboard? garage? garden?)
Jessica: A kite festival? How Afghan of you. And how did it take you from the 1980’s to now to get addicted to Gummi Bears? Where have you BEEN?! Well, I know that, but how? HOW?
So Lovely: We have already had meltdowns just in anticipation of the egg differential. Husband has already planned to have backup eggs in his pockets to redress the balance and place strategically in easy to find spots.. These are things I did not think of before I was a parent. You learn fast, eh?
I think mine are fried…Happy Easter, I’m looking forward to Easter Sunday because that’s the day before we go on holiday yihaa!!! But before then the Easter Egg Hunt must be planned and while it’s pissing down in England, you can guarantee the clues will all lead to the back of the sofa…or under
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Oh no, I was addicted to Gummi Bears when I spent that summer in Trier, Germany ostensibly to learn German but really to drink and go to rock festivals. Ever try to be a vegetarian in Germany? I ate proper Haribo gummy bears by the enormous bagful. I have now rediscovered them.
No kite battles – but in a progressive spirit they did have an Afghan team demonstrate the other year. Schools always closed Good Friday, its someplace to take the kids and unleash their aggressions. Nanny and Daddy trading off as I am stuck in the office.
Here’s an odd thing. I know that song from childhood, but the words I learnt were
“Were you ever in Quebec? Donkey riding, donkey riding…”
How on earth did it get from a king with a golden crown to Quebec?
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Happy Egg-ster! I am Egg Bound – will someone please explain what that actually means? My nan always said it to me and I never quite knew what it entailed – sounds scary I think!
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Iota That is TOO odd. No idea.
Thatgirl39 I have never heard the Egg Bound comment before. I wonder if it means on the way to being completely stuffed with chocolate which is where I am heading?
In my teaching days, the little ones always got really confused…how could we be celebrating the birth of baby Jesus one month, and then within a few months, there he was, dead on the cross. I actually had one little boy sob his heart out over this one. My RE lessons must have been something to behold! Egg bound is when the chicken can’t squeeze the egg out…maybe it’s something to do with constipation? Lovely.
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Ah ha! At Easter we should all be wishing that our fellow men do not suffer from constipation! Makes sense to me!
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