Deathly 103.5 fever--after double dosing Motrin --flu-ish. Bricks on chest, gasping for breath flu-ish.
So not okay when I was already procrastinating.
Moms. Do. Not. Have. Time. To. Get. Sick. This. Time. Of. Year.
I did not attend one child's Halloween party.
You know--the ones I usually spend hours planning and executing with over the top style. Nope.
So here we sit Halloween night with one baby girl off to her Halloween festivities and two still getting ready...and I bought not one Halloween costume.
We scavenged from an old dress up trunk, old make up, leftover spirit day hairspray, and what we had in the house.
We put only a scant handful of decorations up, instead of the five crates of season fun.
We bought the leftover pumpkins and candy at the grocery store today.
We seriously carved only two very rudimentary pumpkins, instead of the normal 6-8 elaborately carved ones.
The world did not explode. The roof did not collapse. The Mommy police did not collect me for grossly under-performing the perfect mom model.
And? Everything is not perfect, and yet everything is perfect.
Maybe this was some cosmic force making me chill the freak out.
If so, message received.
Definitely message received!
Now on to scarier things...
Scary! Very scary Halloween indeed. Help!
Thx for the Flickr pics by effekt!