It’s Good Friday, the start of a long weekend, a day of religious significance and the Royal Children’s Hospital Good Friday Appeal, which promises hours of mindless entertainment all for a good cause.
This year in our house, it also marks the day when the Easter Bunny became an endangered species.
We are a week into school holidays and Poss is still unwinding. She has been all manner of whiney, cuddly, sooky, flappy and stressy. We have had tantrums and meltdowns (and yes, there is a difference). She wants to see people, but then is rude when we do. Her food aversions are kicking in again and we are spending too much time telling her to calm down and use her words.
I know WHY this is all happening and we can cope with it. She made it through the last two weeks of school by a whisker and then was so fabulous when I was at DPCON12. So I know why. We help her through it and put things in place to calm and sooth.
What I am struggling to cope with though, is the sass. The backchat. The frustrations coming out in angry voices. The shouting and the demanding. Here’s a tip, shouting “GIVE IT ME NOW!!” at the top of your lungs is not going to get you what you want. Not in our house anyway.
So, the Easter Bunny has been officially given notice.
A call has been made and an email drafted. He is on warning that our house may have to be missed this year.
I am not sure how many years we have left before this threat will hold NO power, not many I suspect, so I plan to use it while I can!
Is the Easter Bunny still scheduled to visit your place?