My plan for Easter Monday was to post about a bajillion photos of my family. Smiling outside the church in matchy-matchy Easter outfits. Grinning ear-to-ear, faces and fingers covered and coated in ham glaze or raspberry frosting. It’s the post-holiday, lazy-mommy blogger go-to. But alas, I cannot.
I took exactly zero photos of my kids this Easter. Zip. Zilch. Nada.
I realize in our photo-obsessed culture, this is tantamount to missing the birth of my own children. An unforgivable lapse of negligence. There is probably a private circle of Instagram hell for wayward mommies like me. It’s okay, though. I bet we get margaritas. (more…)