That's how long I lasted until I broke into the Easter candy today. And it beat my previous record by, oh, about five hours. I already put all of the candy in a giant ziploc bag and put it way in the back of the freezer, but now I'm seriously considering throwing it all away (or at least stuffing it all into Bryce's birthday pinata next weekend). If I don't start controlling myself a little bit better, I'm going to have to buy some new pants.
We seriously have gobs of leftover candy. I bought the kids candy for their baskets (and everything comes in big bags so to get a variety of things there ends up being tons of leftovers) and my mom and godmother each sent the kids candy. We have candy out the wazoo (literally, probably). Eddie told me last night that he thinks the kids should get enough candy on Easter so that they can eat it all in one day. Up until this year, my philosophy has been that we should get enough candy on Easter that we can eat it until Halloween. And that works if you have the self-control to eat one or two pieces a day. But my self-control has been eroded right along with my bladder control since having babies and now every time I walk past the fridge I'm digging way in the back to get another mini egg.
My neighbor got her kids rollerblades for Easter. At first that seemed a little bit weird to me, but maybe I should copy her. After all, I started buying Easter candy right after Christmas, and at this rate I'll be eating it by the fistful for a few more weeks. I can hide it from the kids, but it's really not them I'm worried about.
--originally published 4/20/06
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