This is looking back a bit, but today and yesterday–when my visiting mother in law and I have taken turns feeling icky and dealing with the kids, and Eric has helped and given up some precious hours of writing time to do so–I’m having flashbacks.
I had glorious plans for making Easter a magical holiday for our family this year. I was going to roast a leg of lamb and invite Eric’s colleagues for dinner; I was going to make Everett an Easter basket and fill it with a stuffed bunny made from the rest of the old sweater scraps, some sweet little sugar cookies decorated just for him, and some hard-boiled eggs died with all-natural homemade food dyes; I was going to make him overalls and finish his lopapeysa in time to wear both to church on Easter Sunday; and I was going to invite playgroup friends over for an Easter egg hunt (where? our non-existent yard? why yes, this is clearly a total fantasy after all). But we moved the weekend before, then Eric got sick, and the weather was rainy and cold and utterly miserable, then I got sick but still had to entertain a toddler, and everything was closed because they take a 5-day holiday here in Iceland. So this is about all we managed: The Easter basket got made but I had no “grass” so used poly-fil (BAD idea); the sugar cookies got made then I realized I had no food coloring to make icing so they’re plain; and I did make it to Tiger for some new crayons and the fancy candy store for some special treats. No eggs were boiled NOR dyed.
You can see here the banner I made. A couple weeks out, I did manage to make several of these and write some letters to send to friends at home and in Europe. A few of them did actually make it in time for Easter.
The lopapeysa? finished except for the zipper, which made it in by the following Wednesday (pictures forthcoming, though he is wearing it in that first pic). Overalls? HA! eventually, but not even close to Easter. Dinner? Chicken soup for the 3rd night in a row as we were all feeling poorly. Church? Got dressed and out the door, a valiant effort, but it was too late to get there in time. Egg hunt? Like I said, complete fantasy.
We really tried to put on our tough-guy faces and pretend to enjoy Easter, but we were really glad when it was all over. Within a few days, Iceland graced us with beautiful sunny weather that has held on more or less ever since, and for that we are EXTREMELY grateful.
Have you ever had high hopes for a holiday or birthday that just went totally pear-shaped? This is so not my first, and probably not my last, and sharing these stories can give us all a good laugh and reinforce that “E” for effort.