I don't really like Easter. I don't dislike it. I just don't get excited about it.
There are now POUNDS of chocolate and other sugar concoctions in my house. It's all screaming my name. Loudly. Hershey's Kisses with butter cream filling. oh my god... a tiny morsel of heaven. If I'm not careful I will consume at least a whole bag's worth by myself. Today. Reason number one to meet Easter with trepidation.
Reason number two. I'm not sure I can cope with any drama today. With my Mom around, drama is always a possibility.
Add a flailing marriage into a holiday and there's bound to be some awkwardness and tension. Skip and I are walking on eggs shells with each other. Neither one of us willing to tip the unstable boat one way or another. We've found an even keel for the weekend and we're doing nothing that might jeopardize it.
I just need to get through the next ten hours or so and I'll be ok. If you believe in God please make contact now.