Done. Kaput. Over. Fini.
A good time was had by all — and thankfully no scary clowns were around for me to beat up in defense of my children’s sanity. But, man, am I glad this holiday is finished; it was wearing me out: attending fall activities, carving 3 pumpkins (last night), making costumes, trying to calm my hypersensitive daughter on and off the last 10 nights because of that stupid “scary face” scene she saw on TV.
I decided it would not be helpful to tell her my face was going to look even scarier if we didn’t all get some sleep.
As background, Drama Girl is not just dramatic; she is very sensitive about certain things. She internalizes the situation and/or her reaction and can’t move on for a long, long time. In short, she obsesses. Everyone used to tell me that all girls are dramatic, but she is “different” in this way. I finally trust myself as a parent enough to know and accept this as a fact, because she’s been like this since she was a toddler, and fortunately she is healthy and happy the majority of time. I won’t bore you with this here — I wrote a short essay about this subject which I’m hoping will be published one of these days on Nickelodeon’s parenting site, ParentsConnect — but it worries me sometimes. Anyway, to make matters worse, she tells me that her teacher wore fake scary teeth as a surprise this morning. I guess DG acted cool about it but started to cry at lunch 😦 I’m sure much was due to exhaustion, but the timing just bites (pun intended). He apologized for making her upset and they talked about the movie and the teeth and moving on. Please move on.
So, I’m beat and moving on, too. But before I called it a night I thought you might like to see how happy I was to show off my brilliant scientist and lovable, very shiny robot:
Note the ingenious use of materials from Lowe’s for T-Rex’s costume, including the adhesive reflectors used on mailboxes–no safety hazards trick or treating with us, thank you very much. (We were probably a hazard to drivers.) He refused to wear the aluminum foil-covered bike helmet, although I admit it looked ridiculous. Win some, lose some.
When everyone asked Drama Girl if she was a doctor, she’d shake her head in that “you adults are so clueless” way and tell them she was a scientist. One guy said, “Yes, I can see that by the way you’re inspecting my candy selection.” He got it. She had a magnifying glass to prove it.
As for my scary face…I decided I’ll skip the black lipstick the other 364 days of the year. And I’ll probably wait a long, long time before letting my hair go gray.