Coming back from Grandma and Grandpa’s Easter shindig Sunday night, I tried to get out of the car with an armload of leftover desserts and wound up dropping the fruit pizza all over the driveway.
“Good,” said Ben. “Now it will be that much easier to throw it away!”
The kids and I were of a similar frame of mind: The Sunday splurge mindset – magnified by an unprecedented bounty that overcompensated for the ever-growing holiday guest list — MUST be confined to Sunday and should NOT, under any circumstances, be granted an opening to bleed over into Monday.
I used to feel helpless about this sort of thing. Leftover Grandma goodies were likely to be sampled later that same night, and the next day I’d work my way through whatever remained. It might take me several days to shift out of “feast” mode and get back to my usual (over)eating patterns.
These days I’ve got a pretty clear Monday dietary template I switch into, regardless of whatever occurred the day before. Overly yummy leftovers are mentally designated into an appropriate slot in the week. Grandma’s potato casserole became part of Monday’s dinner (though I abstained). The coconut bunny cake Colleen decorated went into the garage freezer, destined to re-emerge for some future Sunday dinner, which is about the only time in the week we plan to have dessert.
With the unfortunate accident that befell the fruit pizza, that left only the remnants of the Oreo “lasagna” Rowan made to take to her boyfriend’s family’s get-together, and Ben cleaned that up after Monday’s baseball practice.
One thing we didn’t do was visit the candy locker, which has been largely abandoned in recent months. The kids’ Easter baskets no longer contain much in the way of candy. As for the bounty from Sunday’s Easter Egg Hunt, Ben took most of his candy to school to share with friends, and the girls have gotten better about rationing theirs. I had a couple of Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs as Saturday’s pre-run snack, and that seemed to do the trick.