Think that the mom blogger has every crafting success? Today I’m sharing a dose of my reality with What a Mom Fail Easter Treat Bag Looks Like. You’re welcome.
What a Mom Fail Easter Treat Bag Looks Like
Spring break starts today. Ugh. I don’t know about you, but I was completely unprepared for this day. Why? Because Easter this year falls at the end of Spring Break. I had every intention of making these adorable DIY Easter Treat Pouches for every kid in my son’s class. Cute little googly eye faces, hand sewn pouches, hand delivery to class. I was even planning on brushing my hair and putting on make up. I know, big girl steps.
FAIL. Miserable fail.
But this week was instead a wonderful dose of the reality. Not every beautiful craft on this blog makes it “out there in the real world.” So today, I am gloriously showing you What a Mom Fail Easter Treat Bag Looks Like. Because…reality happens.
It helps to set the scene of my frantic Wednesday night. I was prepping my blog for Thursday – I had two draft posts going, my music blaring, and I was rocking out the words, feeling productive. Cue Rocky theme song. Just as I was to raise my hands over my head in the wee hours of the late night I was hit with a Mac truck. I kid you not, this is how my brain was functioning at that moment:
Thursday. St. Patrick’s Day. Last day of school. Spring Break. Easter. Crap.
As I glanced over at my half done Easter Egg Treat Pouches, I was trying to will my Super Powers into a surge of energy to bang out 18 bags in 15 minutes.
Plan B. I frantically started scrambling what was left of my creative genius (FYI at 10:30 at night….no bats were in the cave). And here’s what happened. I somehow was able to gather a few Cardstock Bunnies from the depths of a forgotten Target bag (On One Spot, you got me again!), some Dum-Dums lollipops and a hole puncher…and made these.
Mom fail Easter treat bag 101. Punch a hole out of the bunny tail. Insert lollipop for a tail. Boom. I am a genius. Ok, totally not….but you understand where I’m going, right? It’s not Mom of the Year perfect. It’s not Mom Blogger Extraordinaire greatness. And that was tough to swallow.
I don’t know why it bothered me so much, to make sure that 18 first graders had an Easter treat before Spring Break let out. Hindsight, it’s pretty ridiculous why I cared so much. In fact, my husband made sure to laughingly tell me that our son was the ONLY kid to bring treats to share with his classmates. Emphasis on the ONLY. But yet, my son couldn’t have been more proud to board the bus that morning carrying his friends’ treats.
The lesson? Don’t be me. Make these cute Easter treat bags instead. Or just give out candy.
So whether those 18 first graders cared about the hours of effort (or frantic lack of effort) that went into those mom fail treat bags, I’ll probably never know. But for a few brief moments, I was the coolest mom giving my son presents for some of the most important kids in his life.