Somehow I blinked and we jumped straight from Christmas to Easter. Somehow only yesterday I was taking down the Christmas tree and today I am gobbling up a warm hot cross bun slathered in butter with my cup of tea.
Does it get better than Easter? It’s like Christmas with less stress, fewer relatives and more chocolate. But Easter does bring its own host of issues and etiquette dilemmas and a whole slater of craft.
Oh so much craft.
So, in order to tackle it I am setting myself up a contract. A list of promises to myself. A list of challenges to meet.
This Easter I promise:
1. I promise I am going to do the damn craft without crying, screaming, or throwing a tantrum.
(That’s me who throws the tantrum).