One of the fun things about my job (and there are many) is that I get to dress up and eat candy on Halloween. We partied all day at work today, and I think people mostly had a good time. I ate too much. I let too many things agravate me. But mostly I had a good time.
My time at home hasn’t been as good. Halloween has traditionally been a very tough day for my daughter, Erika, and she’s had more than one melt down on Halloween. It pushes so many of my buttons. I have huge mommy-guilt about the Halloweens I didn’t handle well, and about her disappointments. This year she said she wanted to dress up and give out candy, and that’s what she’s doing right now.
I worried (surprise, surprise!) about the dog. This is our second Halloween with Xandra, and I don’t really remember how she did last year. Mostly she’s a very loud and constant barker. For a while, tonight, I had her quietly watching people through the glass door. But when our other dog started barking at people I lost all hope of keeping Xandra quiet. So I closed the door and gave her a good bone. She chomping it as I write.
I had a whole paragraph written about how this evening was going between me and Carole, but I deleted it. This is only the second “day” I’ve written about here, and I’m not sure how to do it. We had a disagreement, she wanted to go to a meeting tonight, and I wanted her to stay here, so as not to leave me with the potential stream of strangers. I’m not seeing how I was wrong in the desire not to be alone with this. Interesting!
So with 45 minutes left of trick-or-treating, it seems that all is going relatively well. I have eaten so much candy today (along with other sweets). I bet more than one person will bring left over candy to the meeting tomorrow. Maybe I’ll buy some fruit for the snack to counteract all the sugar.