The Easter Pig Needs Zoloft

As a kid my mom used to tease me about the "Easter Pig". It used to be funny. Not so much anymore when it is a little to close to home. It ceases to be funny about the same time you loosen those jeans.

Where was I? Right, the need for antidepressants. You'd think with the plethora of refined sugar, fat and chocolate leering at me every where I turn this time of year I'd have plenty of reasons to smile. I mean, I want my antioxidants as much as the next person, and chocolate is the best source right? Never mind that I have to keep my dentist on speed dial.

It's just not as much fun this year. Without Hubby around to appreciate our egg art, coloring eggs seems boring. Plus E Bunny just doesn't have as much fun hiding in the closet making baskets when it doesn't degenerate into loud giggles and "shush you'll wake the kids" sugar rush/cop-a-feel wrestling match with Hubba Bunny. (BTW I think we'll not tell Hubby about THAT nickname!) Plus Hubba Bunny is ALWAYS the one to get up early and hide the eggs! Who's gonna do that crap this year?

As much as we miss him on regular days it's sooooo much worse on holidays.

But as I tell the kids, it's a perfect time to reflect on sacrifice and redemption. Our small, temporary discomfort is so insignificant in the scheme of things. Time to stop wallowing in our own pain and reach out to those we can help. It's not "spring holiday" it's EASTER. Resurrection trumps season change.

Besides, Hubby will come home soon and until then there's always chocolate.