still waiting for the treat

Aimee, this is your conscience calling... I'm worried about you. About your health. About your will power or lack there of. The candy cup will over floweth today and for the next days. The chocolate is not for you. It is for the children. Let the children have the chocolate. The children, they burn it off, they can deal with it, you do not and cannot. A moment of high will certainly lead to misery as your sugar levels climb and plummet. Be strong Aimee, I'm counting on you.

'Tis Halloween again. A joyous day that to be honest has started less than joyously.  As I sit here typing, enjoying my morning coffee the pain has lessened but I'm still going to record it so that I can read back on the highlights of this morning in years to come and maybe I'll be consoled that our kids are grown and off having their own adventures (mommy-less).

Elliott was over the moon this morning as he woke to the carved pumpkin and bags of candy for this evening's trick or treaters and his classmates. Though sweet, his energy can get a little grating with the endless requests: can you light the pumpkin? can I have gum? where is Kate's witch nose? can you spray my hair black right now? how about now? where are Octopus' mouths? are these my treats for my class? did you pack me swiss cheese for lunch? are you done yet? can we now?

When we finally finished arguing over what clothes he would wear under his costume, I got to spraying his hair black. Upon the grand reveal - the tears erupted. "Can you get it out of my hair? I don't want it." Great, no worries let's get undressed and get showered. More tears erupted when I said we had to actually use shampoo. What is with this kid? This was not his first hair wash. Then I started to cry when he put on his costume and it was revealed to me that the dog had played tug of war with it. Hey no worries. Let's adapt and get sewing. I may not have had pants on yet but I am a mom of action.

Not to be outdone by her brother, Kate hated her first pair of tights - they just didn't feel good on her toes. No she didn't want black hair spray (I couldn't blame her after her brother's hysterics). She wanted green freckles - no not on her nose!!! Oh, ok. Yeah she liked them. And yeah, she wanted black hair now. Ahhhh! It got in her eye a bit. No she's ok. In the car, down the street - "Oh Mommy I didn't bring my broom. Yeah I really want it."

No problem. No issue.

So, I'm going to admit it, it was gum in the car instead of a toothbrush kind of morning.

Bless them. They were full of light and life when we finally made it in to the school. Things of beauty.

Happy Halloween eveyone! Can't wait to see everyone's Trick or Treaters' costumes.
I'm off to eat chocolate. AJ