Tonight was mommy night which should not be confused with a regular mommy day. Whenever I have plans such as Poplin shows, book club or mama's night out the boys get a daddy night. They squeal with excitement and beg to wrestle or play catch; everyone in the family enjoys daddy nights. Since my hubby is a bit of a home body and doesn't have the same friend time needs that I do mommy nights on the other hand are rare. They do however happen and when they do I do my very best to make the most, to make them memorable yet different than daddy nights.
It was 5pm and we were still in our pajamas with little desire or motivation to change that. The weather was not inviting us outside and although the boys would have loved to make a pop-in visit to nama and grandpa they just slept there last night so I distracted them with...an indoor egg hunt.
Every year before Easter I dig out the plastic eggs and let the kids go wild. For the next week we will have mismatched eggs all over the house, some empty, some filled with random objects and even though every year I am cursing those plastic eggs they always reappear. As the boys asked a million questions about our egg hunt (which let me just say I didn't plan or really think through) I realized there were no treats to fill the eggs. I had already tricked the boys into thinking cereal was treats for our pre-nap bingo game so I knew that wasn't going to work again. As much as I don't want to admit it, the three of us threw on rain boots, piled in the van and went into public, the grocery store in our jammies on a mission for treats. The entire time Stacey and Clinton from "What Not to Wear" were haunting my mind, I could see them cringing saying "take pride in your look even at the grocery store" but hey I did throw on a cute hat and my kids were wearing shoes (crocs over top footy pj's).
We got the treats, I filled the eggs and the boys could hardly stand the anticipation. Pacey pie tried hard to close his eyes while I hid the eggs but he just couldn't resist the urge to peek.
The eggs hiding places were not well thought out or clever but that didn't matter. Trexen skipped through the house with a big smile and Pacey screamed "YES!" with every find.
After our egg hunt I decided to continue with the Easter theme and make shaving cream cards.
It's funny but this is exactly how I operate with the kids, projects are usually not planned, I scramble around as fast as I can to get it ready and it's usually a mess BUT we had fun. Somehow marble painting with shaving cream turned into a giant blue blob with both boys covered in it. At one point I decided if you can't beat them join them so I dug in too.
A little snuggling on the couch and eight books wrapped up our mommy night. Trexen went to bed with his Easter basket, a soft horse whom he named "Galahad". When I asked him about the name he said, "oh mom I just made it up", guess he gets that from me. I am still in my same jammies, have a strong shaving cream smell lingering around me and have taken my place on the couch. Good Night All.