Today, I sucked it up and dyed eggs with Emma and Harper. Weeks ago, we bought the dye kit, and ever since, Harper has been begging to dye the eggs. I was able to put her off for weeks, saying that the eggs would spoil before Easter. But I promised that today would be the day, and sure enough, she held me to that promise.
From the moment I laid the first piece of newspaper until the moment I washed the last cup, I was a bundle of nerves. Surely, it's for times like these that Xanax was created. Too bad I didn't have any.
Before we started, I ran out to Starbucks to get a drink. I needed something to get me through this. Wine would have been my first choice, but it was 3:30 in the afternoon.
The anxiety-inducing eggs...
Why do they insist on playing with the eggs? Really? Why can't they just let them be?
That drink that was supposed to help calm my nerves? Yeah, I didn't get to drink much of it.
But then, I see the smiling face of a happy little girl, and all the anxieties melt away. And I know that it's worth all the stress.
So, tell me. Is egg dying stressful or a walk in the park for you?
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