There are times when I get a little smug and overestimate my intelligence. I’m flying high, until I hit the inevitable brick wall of truth and realize that I’m not that bright after all. Yep, the truth does hurt; it is painful when I realize I’m at the low end of normal, at best.
Regular readers of my blog may be a bit confused. I can hear it now. “We’ve never compared you to Einstein or anything, so where’s the big news flash?” and “Geez, you really are dumb if you thought you were that smart.” <followed by uncontrollable laughter>
Here’s the deal: Last weekend, I was faced with two situations that shined a 500-watt spotlight on the fact that I’m not nearly as smart as I (sometimes) think.
First Not-So-Shining Moment:
My husband woke me up at 6:18 Easter morning and posed a question that made my heart skip a beat before leaping into my throat. (Not in a good way, either.) He nudged me and asked, “Did the Easter Bunny come?”
Those five words sent a panic through me and I suddenly felt like a six-year-old girl who just set the bathroom trash on fire and needed a way to hide the burned carpet. (Oh…uh, hypothetically speaking, of course.)
I hadn’t been out to the family room to check those baskets on the couch, but I was sure the kids had awakened at the crack of dawn and discovered the awful truth. Even though I hadn’t gotten out of bed, I knew they were empty because I had inside information that the Easter Bunny had indeed skipped our house because the Easter Bunny had too much fun blogging and writing the night before and <gasp> forgot.
Lucky for the Easter Bunny, we were able to cover his little white cotton tail. Yes, we placed the goodies in our plastic lawn chairs on the back patio and then crawled back into bed. When the kids came in ten minutes later to tell us about their empty baskets, we assured them there must be a mistake. We searched inside the house before following our older son’s suggestion to check outside. We were unsure whether he knew of the Bunny-Gate cover up, so, we ate chocolate and jelly beans and no one spoke a word of it.
Second Not-So-Shining Moment:
Last year, Hubby got the crazy sweet idea to color Easter eggs with the kids on the day before Easter (while I spent a “girls’ day” with a friend.) I came home late that afternoon to find a dozen brightly colored eggs. I also discovered a countertop, two children and two sets of clothes dyed in the same hues.
Deciding that was a bad idea, my husband and I searched our brains for an alternative activity. I don’t know which one of us thought of it, but someone suggested decorating cookies. We both agreed that frosting and decorating cookies with colorful sprinkles would be a fun activity.
As the kids eagerly jumped into the art of decorating with sugar, we soon realized the error in our judgment. Brightly colored sprinkles migrated from the waxed paper squares on the countertops, onto the tile floor, and then to the bottoms of my bare feet. Frosting was not content with staying on the knife or the paper towels. No, it snuck onto hands, clothing and cabinet doors. (My neat-freak hubby made himself scarce during this debacle.)
Cookie decorating joins decoupage, finger painting, glitter art, pine cone decorating, and anything made with liquid glue in the “What Was I Thinking?” category. Even with all of these messy choices, I still believe we will come up with a less-mess idea for next year.
A Smartie would realize that this will never happen. I guess being a Dum-Dum has its advantages 😉
Do you have any fun, but not-too-messy ideas?