The worst “Easter” mom ever

I had one of those “I’m a horrible mom” moments on Saturday night. I was up late trying to figure out Quickbooks, which I’m pretty sure is the devils work, and I’m drunk. That’s the only way I can look at my finances…drunk. It somehow makes the income numbers seem bigger the the debt smaller. I realize how late it is around 2:30 am and that I have to get my Easter “presents” out for the kids. I always buy them “candy from mommy” in addition to the candy from the Easter Bunny. So, it’s somewhere around 2:30 am when I realize …I have no idea where I put the candy. Yep, I had prepared well in advance for this day and had hidden the candy in a great spot. And now, it’s 2:30 am, I’m drunk and I have no idea where I put the candy. So, it was at that moment I realize that “I” now have to go on an Easter egg hunt for this candy. Yep…me…drunk, falling down, and cursing having my own hellish candy hunt. It took me about 40 minutes to find it. I was so afraid that if I didn’t find my candy and the Easter Bunny didn’t come the kids might not get anything… AND I was too drunk to even run to the store and get them peeps. Not even peeps!!! It was a wake up call, my friends! I feel like we can all learn a lesson here. It was either “Don’t drink on Easter Eve” or “Always keep peeps in your house”. I’m note sure which yet, but frankly they are both sound advice.