Don't Call Me Martha

Just because I spent the entire weekend washing floors, scrubbing toilets, doing laundry, dishes, vacuuming, dusting and shopping,

Just because I hand-made six family Easter cards,


Just because I decorated the house with baskets of eggs, bunnies and spring flowers,

Just because I blew out two dozen chicken eggs to decorate,

Just because I created little Spring Chicks for each place setting at our family dinner table,


Just because I organized an Easter egg hunt for daughter and her boyfriend,

Just because I put together Easter baskets for hubby and daughter,

Just because I made dyed devilled eggs, served on a platter with a matching larger Spring Chick,


Just because I cooked a ten pound ham with a Merlot brown sugar glaze, scalloped potatoes, and all the trimmings for the family Easter dinner,



And just because I set up Egg Decorating Class with Grandma and Grandpa after dinner,


Don't call me Martha.

In fact, don't call me at all today.

I've collapsed and am recuperating on the couch.