“I really have to put together an Easter basket and mail it to Jill at college,” I thought to myself on my way to the office two weeks before Easter.
“Shoot. I’ve got to buy an Easter card after work and mail it to Jill tomorrow. I’ll slip in some cash,” I told myself one week later.
Before the Easter bunny got lost.
“OMG. It’s too late to mail a card and have it arrive before Easter. I’ll just Venmo her some money instead,” I promised myself the day before Easter.
Alas, I was working on Easter too and none of this got done.
Sigh. What a bad mom I am.
To her credit, Jill didn’t mention anything to me on Easter Sunday.
She waited three days before asking if the Easter Bunny got lost.
Yes, yes, he did, I replied.
So it goes with a busy working mom in a particularly busy guardianship accounting season.
I know many moms who are perfect (or seemingly so) when it comes to decorating their homes for each holiday season.
Moms who meticulously plan every birthday and holiday celebration.
Moms who host holiday dinners and are great chefs.
Moms who keep a clean, clutter free, beautifully decorated home that could be featured on HGTV.
Moms who don’t forget the Easter bunny.
Unfortunately for my children, I am not one of those moms.
Oh, I sometimes (briefly) aspire to be. But frankly, it sounds like a lot of work on top of my already busy schedule.
Someday when I win the lottery (I suppose I better buy a ticket!), I will hire a personal assistant/decorator who will run all of my personal errands for me (such as putting together a kick ass Easter basket for my kids) and decorate my house for each holiday season (Mardi Gras, Easter, Summer, Fall, Halloween and Christmas).
In the meantime, my kids will just have to deal with a mom who means well but often falls short of her “mommy” duties.
At least I don’t fall short in the matters that truly count, such as my Family Succession Planning which is definitely in order for them. I sleep well at night knowing that I will save them substantial time, money, and unnecessary court intervention when I’m gone.
Don’t feel too sorry for my kids. Jill returns home from her first year of college in less than a month. I’m sure she’ll have me make up for the missing Easter Bunny somehow. And it probably will involve my pocketbook.
Kristen “Easter Bunny in Absentia” Marks