Morning Manna and Egg Dying

I can't explain it, but I feel this need to confess to you I had not been to Chick-fil-A in TWO WEEKS. TWO WEEKS!

I know!

Maybe it's the guilt of talking to Cathy while I'm eating my beloved Chicken biscuit in my car while she's heading to the gym in Rhode Island (traitor). Maybe it's my husband working out 3 days a week during lunch and I'm eating chocolate chip cookies since I'm full from morning manna from heaven.

I had to retrain my van to drive home after dropping O off at MMO instead of CFA (I speak in abbreviations).

BUT, this morning I realized this will be the last morning I have all to myself for over a week. So, I made a wise decision to celebrate? with a good, healthy breakfast. I also had a healthy conversation with myself in the car which went something like this, "If my friends and husband loved me, they wouldn't go to the gym at all. Don't they know they are making me feel bad?"

Healthy conversation.

I know, I know. I need to exercise. "Lord, is that you?" ....

Switching subjects ....

Last night we had an Easter egg dying contest. For the record, I have only dyed eggs with my girls once because I have some issues with the whole egg dying and bunny stuff. It's a personal thing and has everything to do with my testimony, but just couldn't wrap my mind around it. Then, I found a cute egg dye kit at Walmart that had stickers of crosses and tombs and such so, I thought we would have some fun.

The contest was between my girls and myself. I came up with the brilliant idea of making it more fun (and competitive because that's just how I roll). We made Eric the judge and said whoever won would get to have her bed made by the loser for an entire week. (Of course, I knew Eric would choose the girls and I would make their beds, but they could hardly contain their excitement at the challenge - except E who takes things way too serious and cried several times when I would pull an egg out of the dye because she said it was dyed too perfect - oh, the drama!)

In true F@@d Network fashion (his fave), Eric had the winning egg hidden under a pot lid when he called us to the kitchen for the results. O was jumping up and down with excitement, I was hoping Eric followed my lead and chose the girls and E was ... well ... stressing out, almost a puddle of tears from the pressure despite our attempts to praise her eggs the entire time). He gave some speech ..... blah, blah .... and then revealed the winning eggs .... one from each of our baskets. He told the girls he was making all the beds for a week - including mine - and then I'm the one that almost melted into a puddle of tears.

Egg-dying at its best.

And, yes all beds were made this morning and I was so happy! I'm thinking of making this a weekly event for just that reason.


I would post more pictures, but Blogger takes 30 minutes to post just one - I'm not even kidding. So, this will have to do ... This is O before she left for school this morning. I wanted to post it for you, Cathy so you could finally see O with her glasses.