A Tricky Halloween

 

The thing about spending holidays with little children is that no matter what your own mood, you must celebrate.  It's up to you and you alone to show your kids how to be appropriately festive.  On Henry's second Halloween I had pneumonia.  I was also four months pregnant with his brother.  No matter, I dressed him in costume and we handed out candy together.  At 6:30, I turned out the porch light and we both went to bed. 

 

This year everyone was illness-free (a minor miracle if you ask me since we are in three different classrooms and, all told, in contact with over 100 kids every day!)   Still I'm definitely under the weather.  My confidence has been shaken and I find myself second-guessing everything and everyone.  I have to say, naivety is underrated.  It's better than knowing what people really think.

 

Today was a complete whirlwind of activity--taking both boys to their separate schools, returning for two class parties, two provider interviews, a stop at the grocery store, two calls from work (forgot to leave 2nd period instructions) and Trick or Treating for candy most of which I won't let the boys eat.   Through it all, I pretended like this was exactly what I wanted to be doing instead of laying around feeling sorry for myself.  And you know what?  I halfway convinced myself.  All in all,  the day wasn't that bad.   Tomorrow will be okay and the day after that will be even better.  Mind over matter--there's nothing spooky about that.