Blame it on the Eggs

Easter has left me unfulfilled.
Eventhough I have offically become Russell Stovers' bitch (damn him and those tasty carmel eggs! And the coconut creme ones, seriously, to die for!), and I am full of candy, I have walked away from Easter wondering what comes next.
This isn't really a God thing, although I do feel like we have to take the kids to church at some point in their little lives. It is more a confusion over what all this Easter hoopla was about.
Tim and I decided that the Easter Bunny would not be bringing any toys this year, so it was kept to a egg hunt around our house with some prizes and candy along the way. Eleanor figured out early in the hunt that the plastic eggs were filled with jelly beans, so she kind of lagged behind, but Abby was adorable. She kept gasping at every egg she found, and helping to fill Nora's basket (she too figured out where the jelly beans were so she would give herself those and the hard boiled to Nora). It was a nice little hunt that ended in the basement in the hopes that we could lounge around while the kids frolicked in the basement.
Back in January I talked Judy in to having Easter at her house to avoid having to negotiate a holiday with Tim's parents that didn't leave him scarred and my kid confused. Usually when we have a holiday with Judy it is some ridiculously rich meal eaten comfortably around her kitchen table, this one was a bit different. It included Judy's brother, and his wife (sometimes I forget that her family is real and not just characters she tells me about), some random cousins of hers from California, and my mom and the boyfriend. Judy went all out, polishing silver, poring over cook books, and planning her centerpiece. It was lovely, and my children performed beautifully. They were adorably dressed in their Judy made Easter dresses, and they could not have behaved better (despite the emerging teeth and excesses of sugar).
We have spent today coming down off the sugar high, adn I am completely unmotivated to do anything. I should have cleaned out my basement today, but instead Abby and I played games and watched Desperate Housewives. I should have gone to work off some of those Russell Stover eggs this morning but instead we sang to Nora while she cried about her teeth and went to Costco to buy milk.
I am hoping to gather some oomph for tomorrow. All of Abby's activities are winding down and it is up to me to perform an educational minstrel show every day for her and her sister. While I am pretty good at this usually, I am feeling a bit burnt out.
I think it is just the sugar wearing off. And again I say, 'Damn you Russell Stover!'