So here we were, a group of moms with our kids, who for some inexplicable reason determined that coloring Easter eggs together was just a delightful concept! What fun we would have if we did it as a group.
The creativity would abound, the set up then subsequent clean up would be easier. We would hide the eggs in the yard for the kids to find while we sat down for a cup of coffee and a pleasant chat. Opening my home to such an adorable concept seemed a marvelous idea -until it wasn’t.
What was I thinking?! First, the “organize and execute” mom came in with a plan, a plan that no one really cared about but would follow because we knew it was required to keep her sane. The Paas boxes, color pills and vinegar were pulled out and arranged on the counter neatly as the other mothers arrived with children in tow while the mixing began.
That is until the “organic only” mom landed looking with disdain upon the chemical landfill that had been brought upon my kitchen counter. Armed with beet juice, berries and all things to make natural egg color she walked briskly around organized mom to begin her one-hour long yet apparently superior preparation.
Undeterred, organized mom slammed pots of water with eggs onto the stove to begin boiling. Talking nonstop because the silence is deafening, I herd the children out the back door to play in the yard unsupervised because it’s not the kids that will cause the problems this day, it’s the moms! Can’t leave them alone.
Moms arrive, kids shown the back door, tables set up and covered – we somehow get through the prep. Finally, chemical and organic coloring land on opposite ends of the table, because never the twain shall meet. Having thawed the irritation from the artic north to simply winter in Tennessee, the antique iron porch bell is rung to summon the kids (yes we had one of those on 5 acres of land).
Finally, kids landing at the table while moms pick over the eggs when “life isn’t fair” mom begins yelling at “my kid gets the best stuff” mom. “Are you really making sure there are no cracks in your eggs? Think your kid deserves more than mine do you?
I am grabbing my purse blabbering about buying more eggs so the entire universe of moms can co-exist; I open the door to the “late to everything but cares not one bit” mom. Jumping from her car, kids in tow she gives me a big hug parading her troops through the door as she proceeds to tell all the crazy tale of her day gone wild.
Marching into the fray with no concern about the insanity that has transpired the last hour she has us all on the floor in stitches as her unmatched but clothed children rushed the table to grab eggs and make a delightful mess. The world is righted again; by the only one that could do it.
The day ended in a great mess, a great hunt and friendships not entirely destroyed. But also with a resolution on my part that all future egg coloring would be a family affair.
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