The last of the Easter Egg Hunts (probably)

At 14 and 16 the boys are too old for Easter Egg Hunts.  But when you’re scared at how quickly they’re growing up, you bring out every childhood ruse to pretend they’re still kids.

 

So I picked up a packet of 25 foil covered eggs – perfect for Easter Egg Hunts it said – and took great pleasure in getting up early to scatter them around the garden.  Not so bad, you’d think, but by now I had committed 5 mistakes:

1.   Very hot day and by 10am eggs were melting and needed to be rescued ASAP

2.   Daniel still asleep and didn’t appreciate being hauled from bed

3.   Garden more weeds than neatly manicured and everything invisible

4.   Red, green and pink foil wrappers, hard to spot in grass when you’re red/green colour blind

5,   Boys are too old for this and less than impressed I’ve hidden their chocolate

Ten minutes in, they were bored, so I had to point out probable hiding places.  Half an hour later they’ve given up entirely.  Quick count reveals Jamie far more successful than Daniel and 9 eggs still missing.

Daniel:    S’not fair
Me:          Well look then
Daniel:    Effort
Me:          Oh grow up

One hour later, I’m scouring the garden by myself and have found another 4 of the MIA’s.  Two hours later, husband has joined in the search and our tally is up to 7.  Three hours later I go through bin to check packet and that it really did say 25, not approximately.

Later that afternoon, idly poke around garden from time to time, but have accepted they belong to the hedgehogs.  Don’t mind the loss of the eggs, just irritated that I can’t find them.

Just hope I remember this for next year.  And have grown up enough myself to realise that it’s no fun being treated like a child when you’re a teenager.