Hello! We survived a scary week of Halloween being on a Monday. It was rough, and I can imagine even more so for my children’s teachers – having to get through an entire week of dealing with candy-addled youngsters. I salute you, teachers. Your courage and fortitude is beyond my capabilities.
Here is what else has been going on around here:
I realized that I am becoming a Bah-Humbug Halloween mom. This is so extremely sad because, generally, I love Halloween. It’s one of my favorite holidays, and not for the whole pseudo-occult-scary-zombies-and-skulls-everywhere reason. I just like to dress up. But this year, the day before Halloween, as I was rushing around trying to find all the pumpkin-carving tools and laying down newspaper on the table while trying to remember where I put the battery-operated tea lights, it occurred to me that THIS IS JUST TOO DANG MUCH WORK. And, of course, the kids are running around in crazy anticipation of things to come (i.e. candy) like wolves who get a whiff of a wounded elk two miles off. Of course, I suck it up and remember that this holiday is for them, not me, and power through. But I lament the fact that I can’t seem to find the joy in Halloween any more. I will need to work on that (and don’t even get me started on Christmas!)
Hubby and I met 16 years ago at a Halloween party at his college fraternity house. I was a cowgirl….he was a – flasher [because what other Halloween costume can you make up with things you already own – a coat and boxer shorts (luckily he was a G-rated flasher)? – excited to try to explain that one to our kids later…] but it always makes the Halloween season special for Hubby and me. I like to try and go out to eat or something to celebrate our Anniversary of Meeting. This year, we did something different and went to a sip-and-paint place (you can bring wine in and everyone in attendance gets instruction about how to paint a specific picture). I had been there once before with my girlfriends, but I was pleasantly surprised how my analytical, science-minded husband really took to the creative experience. He was really excited about his painting afterwards and talked about the experience for DAYS. It was really a fun date night.
Yeah. So…my couch smells like urine. I am so done with this “potty training” stuff with Spike. He turns 4 in a month and I am pretty sure he will still be peeing his pants then. We have tried everything. Pull-ups are glorified diapers, people. I have never successfully used them to potty train. So we are just going the underwear route, along with a “potty timer” so that he has to at least try to use the toilet every 45 minutes. This works well, except for when ha! Mommy forgets to reset the timer, or, he has the urge to go between timer dings. Apparently I need to give him VIP-escort to the bathroom whenever I read his mind that peepee is coming, or no cigar. Grrrrr! Junior was a pain to potty train as well. Bellie, on the other hand, was a breeze. (She was so embarrassed about pooping in her auntie’s bathtub that she instantly decided poop would never again go anywhere but the porcelain throne.)
I ordered my Christmas cards already! I am totally on top of things. Of course, they will still probably not be mailed until the day before Christmas, but it’s the intention that counts, right?
That is how many baskets of clean laundry I have in my living room that currently need folding. Ugh. Sounds like a Friday Fun-day activity.
We are hardly ever out and about after dark around here and the other day I had to run Junior to karate with the other kids in tow. The sun had gone down and it was getting darker and Spike worriedly asked me if we were still going to be able to find our way home in the dark, or if we were lost. It genuinely concerned him, and I was glad I could put his mind at ease:-)
I hope everyone remembers to vote on Tuesday! Hubby and I were having a conversation about the upcoming election and he remarked, “I don’t think the country has ever been more divided in an election before.” Of course he is not a history major, but I had to remind him of the election of 1860…
…at least we’re not to the point of secession – at least not yet. God Save Our Country!
And God bless you all in the coming week!
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