Call me pregnant, but I just couldn’t muster up the enthusiasm for Halloween that I regularly display. I dressed up as a pregnant witch mother, which basically means I wasn’t wearing a costume. I did find some candy corn earrings from my teaching days. My children wore an assortment of things from the dollar bin at Target and an old toddler costume we used to put on the dog… But let’s not call this apathy, let’s call it thriftiness. That will make me feel better about myself.
Even the prospect of so much candy could not convince my 3 year old to a. eat dinner b. stop emotionally rolling around on the floor c. not wear his Thomas boots that didn’t match his costume. Maisy Jo was laid back as usual and only threw a fit when we wouldn’t let her shove an entire tootsie pop in her mouth. Because life, that’s why Maisy Jo.
Then in a moment of weakness I let my children consume copious amounts of candy corn and skittles. In the moment it seems like “Ha, I’m such a cool mom, flipping my hair, living my life laissez faire!” Then you take them home and this:
The Halloween melt downs.
The screaming nightmare because that skeleton was scary. “Just come sleep with me”
But because our God is abounding in mercy, my sweet babies slept in until realllllly late, which was what this crazy pregnant mom really needed. Really.