Should I Run To Target Right Now For Half-Priced Easter Crap?

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Ya’ll, I can’t think straight right now.  My brain is so addled with guilt that it feels like I have cotton balls where my gray matter should be.  Instead of having a thinker that can hum with solutions and solve complex problems, all mine is good for is removing nail polish.

I’m distracted because I keep thinking I should run over to Target and buy my kids proper Easter baskets filled with chocolate and jelly bellies.  It’s probably half price by now, and it’s only just a few blocks away. 

The thing is all I did for Easter was have my kids dye hard-boiled eggs and find them in the morning.  There were no baskets, no bunnies, no sugar, no plastic, no damn bonnets.  Nothing that I recognized from my own childhood Easters.   I’d stopped by Target twice last week to get the stuff, and both times I walked out with nothing.  I just couldn’t muster any enthusiasm for spending money on crap they’ll either (1) fight over, (2) devour and then feel sick, or (3) complain that it wasn’t enough.

And when you are the parent who was raised Christian in the family, Easter falls on your shoulders.  I can’t expect Jeff to cook an entire Passover Seder meal and then go out and wander among the Easter aisles one week later.

I couldn’t find the spirit or the fun in it.  And on the consumer-minimalist I most certainly fall on the consumerist side, which is why I am fighting the urge to remedy my super lame Easter performance by trolling the discount aisles and begging for a do-over tonight.  I spent half the morning thinking that I did a good thing by not contributing to the parade of shitty sugar stuff offered to my children as a substitute for meaningful celebration.  The other half I spent chiding myself for being such a buzz kill for demonizing fun stuff like chocolate and edible farm animals.

So, which is it? Did I do a good thing  or a lazy thing?  And most important: Should I spend my lunch hour at Target?

 

38 thoughts on “Should I Run To Target Right Now For Half-Priced Easter Crap?

  1. If you spend your lunch hour at Target you’ll inevitably find dozens of things that you never knew you needed or at least I always do. I hit up Target for discount Cadbury Mini-Eggs because they’re my favorite and it’s hard to find Cadbury chocolates here. As far as the whole Easter shabang, I think my family stopped doing it once we were no longer interested in hunting for Easter eggs. If they aren’t complaining I wouldn’t sweat it. The Tater boys didn’t say anything when we didn’t produce a large meal or candy.

      • There you go. You’re off the hook. You can stew about it till next year. Or send your peeps to my house to find the last 9 eggs my kids were too lazy to find. I thought they were old enough to be more challenged. Turns out not.

  2. I do the Easter basket thing so I can pilfer the coconut chocolates and eat all of the black jellybeans. My boys are interested in the basket for four and a half minutes, tops… but I love putting them together with only the really good stuff, and not much of it. Except for black jelly beans. Can’t have too many of those. On the other hand, I don’t dye eggs because no one eats them and it’s a messy pain in the ass. Happy Easter!

  3. You celebrated by coloring Easter Eggs, which I’m certain made more of a family memory than sugary carbs ever will. I say Let it Go. My munchkin got 15 Hot Wheels and some Mickey Mouse stuff in his basket. Because he won’t eat candy. Or anything else yummy. And I got my 22 year old a chocolate bunny, which she immediately yelled at me for because she loves chocolate and can’t say no. Win some, lose some.

  4. We used to give our kids a small amount of candy, and books. Can’t go wrong with books, and they don’t get as hyper! Your other friends are right – if they’re not complaining, don’t worry about it. (Sometimes even if they are complaining, don’t worry about it!)

  5. I’m not THAT much older than you…and for Easter, we would hunt for colored hard boiled eggs. That was it. I remember one year there was a little plastic bunny toy tied on a bush and we thought we had died and gone to heaven!

    Less is more. And you are right: all the Easter candy I ever bought my kid or his dad ended up in my mouth.

    • That’s so cute thinking of you with that little plastic bunny. I’m just so ambivalent about all the more-ness of my kids’ childhoods. Maybe next time I”ll give this more thought in advance and come up with a plan so I don’t get this remose thing.

  6. In my mind less is just fine and the family time spent together is what is the most important and what the kids will eventually remember.

  7. Oh Mama! Such anxiety.

    I like the comparison between Passover and Easter. O don’t know if you’ve decided you are actually a Christian or are now playing for the other side, but it seems the idea is to give the kids the choice when they are older. So adult.

    In that case, comparing the Passover seder with its traditional foods and ritual, family experience really can’t be compared to a bunch of sugar and animal references which are neither important stories or nourishing to the body or soul. Easter shit is cute. If you can stand it.

    But Easter is the actual big deal for Christians. It isn’t Christmas, although it is big. Easter is the fulfillment of the redemption story. Adam takes the apple from Eve and Jesus dies on the cross and rises from the dea to make it all even. Humanity is delivered from eternal darkness.

    I don’t like the story myself. I also don’t buy the Passover thing of the angel of death. So what? If your kids are going to believe either, they deserve to experience the stories and rituals that make them important. Both of them. It isn’t about matzo or about abstaining from meat. The seder or the baked ham or lamb cake. It’s about where we come from and what do we honor as members of our tribe.

    • You’re right about the anxiety! And you’re right that I want my kids to feel their legitimate connection to their tribes. I play for all teams, when I’m not busy with my head up my arse.

  8. I didn’t do any of that. My kids were away at a church thing all weekend. Happy Easter to ME! Some neighbor lady made them confetti eggs, so Thing Two went and hid them herself. See? You look awesome now. :)

  9. As a mother who has eaten nothing but chocolate bunnies today and bought Easter stuff yesterday evening and said, “oh, look, the bunny must’ve hid your stuff this morning. Here it is!” I say enjoy the last year you can get away with it. My tummy hurts.

  10. When I was still doing baskets for my kids, I told them that we provided the basket, & the bunny just filled them. They had to hunt for their own basket of goodues, already prepped especially for them. I would have some small toys, maybe a book, and just a handful of candy. Sidewalk chalk was always a hit, & one year I scored big with rock – em sock-em robot rings!

  11. You did well. I, too, always feel guilty when a holiday rolls around. The last thing I want yo do is cook a meal (not a big meal, not a special meal, just a meal

  12. so I plan a family activity that requires sandwiches or lots of snacks (hiking, skiing, etc. ) then I always feel like such a loser mom because the sit-down family dinner never happens. And of course that was the highlight of the holiday when I was growing up.

  13. I can tell you right now that you made the right choice (assuming you didn’t end up going). There is enough sugar and Easter-themed stuff in my house to choke a horse (I don’t want to know how this saying got started…I love horses) and there is no way my 3 year old is going to dispose of it fast enough. Thanks over-indulging grandparents!

  14. I’m really far behind in my reading – I hope you didn’t give in to guilt & go buy the crap you weren’t tempted by in the first place just to appease your guilt feelings.

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