Easter Egg Hunt

The husband drew the long straw by hanging around in his bathrobe until it was too late for him to join us.

Mmmmm.

I've been duped, methinks.

The 3 boys and I went to the local football club to join the annual Easter Egg Hunt.

It was cold but sunny, and afterwards we drank coffee and juice at the clubhouse where I proceeded to stuff lollies into Son#3 at every indication of starting to cry.

Now the boys are playing football outside and I'm about to take a nap with Son#3.

I deserve it!

 

 

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