I’m pretty sure that’s how the headline might read. I’m not sure where that visual takes you, but let me back up a bit and try to clear it up for you.
See it all started when I found these cool plastic eggs… they already had pre-wrapped non-nut candy in them! Oh the joy of not sitting down to stuff 60 little plastic eggs (yes… 60… S needs one dozen for her hunt, and each of the boys have been asked to bring 2 dozen for theirs… do you have any idea how long that takes????). Some of the packages had 12 eggs, some had 16… all for $4.50. I bought several different kinds… all total I ended up with 72 eggs and no stuffing!!!!
I also picked up four little metal buckets for the kids… the three older get to take theirs to school for their hunts, and then Ganny will bring more to our house on Saturday for the kids to each do a hunt at the house. We will be swimming in sugar!
Today, I packed S’s little eggs in her bucket… that way they are at school and I don’t have to worry about forgetting them on Thursday… Yay for Mommy planning ahead – maybe I am getting a hold of this Mommy of four thing! Sigh, if it was only really that easy…
We arrived at school, cutting it very close on the time. I got the two girls out, coats on, nap mat in one hand, back pack slung over my shoulder, K on the other arm, and S proudly carrying the little eggs and we start into the church. I got stopped by a grandmother who was worried that someone had left their infant in their car… (it’s 37 degrees… and I think the baby was sleeping, so I’m sure Mom didn’t want to get her out in the cold) but grandma was concerned that it was cold out and the baby would be cold in the car…
She and her grandson headed in and I turned to head into the church again… Come on S! And about that time I heard it… not sure I can describe the sound a metal bucket full of 16 plastic eggs makes as it hits the black top… I turn to find the bucket laying on it’s side and plastic eggs shaped like animal faces bouncing down the hill at me. With not a free hand on my body, I started trying to herd them using the skills all those soccer years taught me. I’m sure I looked more like I was tap dancing though. And every time I had some sort of stopped, and reached for others, the first ones started going again… did I mention we were on the side of a hill? I dropped S’s mat, and pick up 4 or 5 in my one now free hand, and drop them in the bucket. I look back to see S’s mat rolling like a tumble weed across the parking lot… and get stuck under the church van. I look the other direction – my child is running like a crazy woman after these eggs – IN A PARKING LOT!!!!
Now, I am trying to corral plastic eggs and a four year old. “S… come back…” as she runs around the car… thank God all the cars were parked and most of the parents had already dropped their kids off. She comes back around, very stressed, “The pig, Momma, I gotta get the pig.” Oh yippy, said “pig” is now under a car… in the middle, between the rear tires, where she can not reach it. I try… no luck… now I’ve got to put my 16 month old down in the parking lot, crawl under the car to rescue the “pig” and make my child a happy girl.
With all 16 safely tucked back into the bucket we turned and made our way back to the church… passing the mother whoes child was sleeping in the car… so yes, she is fine. And no, S did not spill the eggs anymore. Her teacher, once we got into the class said the title ought to be “Supermom saves eggs!” I don’t know about that… but if there had been a video camera, we could have won the $10,000!