The shooting of the Easter Bunny...

Enough is enough. It’s been that time of year again, well to be fair the shops start promotion straight after Santa has descended with 50 million selection boxes. Easter Eggs.

We have four boys between us, and everyone in the past seems to feel the need to supply our boys with an Easter Egg. Even when they say they will get the boys a small something for Easter instead of a large egg, they still feel the need to include a small egg or a chocolate bunny!!

Having only recently recovered fully from the sugar rush that was Christmas, where every parcel appeared to come with a chocolate selection box, every toddler group party, church party and youth club event ended with yet another selection box handout. I opened them all up and put the lot into a massive plastic box that took up half the fridge. It was murder every time we went to the fridge when we were a little peckish to be faced with Wispa bars and Crunchies!

A few weeks ago, I nipped to a supermarket to pick up some things for dinner, and every aisle had some sort of chocolate bunny, egg or moulded chocolate Easter treat stashed in there.

Last year we had going on for 24 eggs knocking around, and I am not even counting the bunnies and Kinder treats…and this was after I sent out my gentle request for less chocolate! I assured nannies and grandads that an egg was not vital, that they would love some Easter stickers instead. I told my brother to eat the eggs himself after he said we needed to get together to do The Great Easter Egg Exchange! But no, we arrived armed with chocolate delights for his one daughter and we left with half of Thorntons.

So this year we did it differently, I said it’s our thing this year, we are all getting ONE egg each. A huge big one, and we choose it ourselves! In laws are in Gran Canaria, so that saved any drama and my brother is far away enough as not to hand deliver a mountain of Crème Eggs and Malteser rabbits. Cash donations were happily received instead, and I did donate a few early eggs to raffles.

Once school broke up, on the Saturday, it was our shopping day, so we marched off down town and faced The Aisle Of Chocolate. Everyone has one shot at it.

As they all trundle back to school, I thankfully do not have a fridge half full of chocolate, nor a grey bin packed with all the useless plastic and card. They all enjoyed their mega chocolate feast rather than eating it continuously for 10 days! Mind you, I will so miss my own sneaky pack of Mini Eggs with a glass of wine after the kids are in bed!

Mandy Taylor -

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