What is wrong with me?

I am suffering from a case of un-motivatedness. I can't seem to want to do anything productive. My house is suffering, my laundry is piling up. I don't know how to get out of it. I get up and start to clean the bathrooms and then I get distracted or I just decide I don't want to do it and the bathroom never gets cleaned. I hate feeling this way, but I can't shake it. Anybody have any suggestions?

I guess I will post some about Easter, while I am here. Saturday morning we had a neighborhood egg hunt at the park, which was fun and VERY cold. Don't wear flipflops when it is 45 degrees outside and you plan on frolicking in dewy grass looking for colorful plastic eggs, if you do your toes will end up turning blue and you will be unable to move them for about 47 minutes. Please learn from my mistakes.

Immediately after the park we went to my Mom and Dad's house for yet another egg hunt. The Easter bunny must love to hide candy in my parents yard, because she hid her entire supply there. My kids each walked away with a plastic grocery bag FULL of goodies. After the hunt we pretended it was summer and we all gathered around the fire pit and roasted hotdogs. Not very "Eastery" I know, but it was fun.Sunday morning we had our own hunt here at home, in which the Easter bunny did not leave any candy only umbrellas, bubbles, Enchanted, and moon sand. Darn Easter bunny must be watching her intake of candy. Sunday afternoon was spent at Cache's parents house enjoying ham, funeral potatoes, homemade rolls, and a delicious swiss desert involving an apple slice, batter, a frying pan, and homemade custard. It was oh so yummy. And of course another party requires another egg hunt. It was a beautiful day and the hunt was so nice, with color coordinated eggs for each child and only the best candy within those eggs (snickers, reese's, kitkat's).

Aside from the festivities of Easter, Cache and I tried to teach the kids about the true meaning of the holiday. Peanut grasped it very well, she even came up with her own reason why we die eggs. She said "I know why we color eggs, because the shell is like our body and the egg is like our spirit. When we die it is removing the shell from the egg" She also took the opportunity of Easter to be a missionary. We have some new neighbors a few houses down from us and on Sunday Peanut went down to play with their kids, Peanut asked if they had a good Easter and the mom replied by saying they were from Jerusalem and didn't celebrate Easter. Peanut got really excited and explained that she "flew" to Jerusalem in primary that day and saw the tomb of Jesus and went on to say how fun primary was. I hope that I can take my daughters example and be as open about our religion as she chose to be.Photo courtesy of Cache

I am grateful for the Easter season and the opportunity it gives us to remember the sacrifice our savior made for us. I really tried to understand the atonement more this week and I feel my testimony has grown and developed stronger roots.