Could someone please, pretty please - forcibly remove the abundance of easter chocolate gracing my home (and my lips)? I can resist the Russell Stover giant easter bunnies and the Hershey's assortments littering their Easter baskets. But I can not fight off the luscious chocolate from Wahls or Watsons so generously bought for my boys from family.
Sidenote: I love how the chocolate I bought for their baskets was all on sale at Target. Meanwhile, other family members spring for the gourmet stuff. Like the kids know the difference, right?
You know who DOES know the difference? Me. I knew the difference when I ate two of the mini bunnies last night. I knew the difference when I sacrificed a chocolate lamb this morning. And I definitely pondered the difference when I just popped two chocolate eggs in my mouth as I MADE DINNER FOR THE BOYS. I also tried to hide all evidence of the chocolate stealing. (What do you mean what's in my mouth? I don't have anything in my mouth. Now go eat your carrots.) I mean, really - what type of mother eats all the GOOD chocolate from their children's easter baskets. Apparently me. And yes, I am so very proud.
So proud I may have to reward myself with that cute little chocolate chick waiting for me.
I have a problem.
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