I Had to Tell Him

I first wrote a draft of this post several years ago and never published it. It's about Easter, but read on and you'll see that it applies to Christmas too. HaHa! Some things just don't change!

This past Saturday evening, the night before Easter, we watched a family movie, and let the kids stay up a little late. When the movie was over, the kids headed off to brush their teeth and I began sweeping up stray popcorn and collecting cups. When I saw the dinner dishes still waiting to be loaded into the dishwasher (which needed clean dishes removed from it) I decided to just wait and finish up after the kids were in bed.

My hubby strolled in as we were saying prayers together. He left while I read a bedtime story. When I was done, I was surprised to see the house was dark, except for our bedroom, where BadDad was engrossed in a detective show.

You're going to bed? I asked him. I may have sounded just a tad irritated.

Yeah, he replied, I'm exhausted. Is that OK with you?

Fine, I said, but I'm going to be up for hours still.

He looked confused. Why?

I couldn't believe he was asking that. I mean besides the kitchen mess that needed cleaning up, it was the night before Easter.

Honey, I said as gently as I could, There is no Easter Bunny. I've got to do the baskets, and wait until the kids are actually asleep before I can put them out.

The light began to dawn in his eyes. I was ready to forgive his cluelessness. We'd have a long night, but pull through it together. It could even be fun.

Then he asked groggily, You want me to help?

Grrr.

What I'd like to know is why Mrs. Claus and Mrs. Bunny don't get the credit? It's obvious they're the real forces behind making childhood dreams come true!