Halloween weekend is rough, and began with our sugar-sensitive child being overloaded with Halloween candy, sugar laden cookies and icing and treats from the classroom, to the bus ride home, the craft session the next morning and grandma’s house. Before the real trick or treating even began, it’s likely that Olivia was a dozen fun-size treats in, with the energy level of a hyperactive rabbit.
We stayed in because it was clear Olivia needed a night at home, cuddled, watched movies and made Farmer’s Market Lemonade. More sugar. Epic meltdowns about not being the one to sit closer to Dad, about the wrong flavour of chicken wings, about unmatching pajamas and three year olds ‘reading’ the wrong words in the home reading books ensued.
Friday night was rough. Bedtime was oh-so-sweet. Admittedly, bedtime had been my favorite part of the week, as it seemed every evening this week was a rough one. I lost my temper too many times. I yelled too many times. I made empty threats about lost priveleges if one more person jumped off of my bed.
Saturday was just as busy, filled with activities and decorating for Halloween, making a Halloween gingerbread house and fitting in a couple of books after trick or treating – but Jamie and I were still losing patience, and the sugar-crash-kids continued to be trying. Again, I was thankful for bedtime.
Sunday brought a photo shoot, guilt that we hadn’t made awesome DIY Halloween costumes, a much-needed grocery shopping trip, a birthday dinner and homework – and we were a bit better but imposed a lot of ‘quiet time’ at home in between errands.
On our way to one of our last appointments of the day, I teared up after I responded to a text telling me that the girls latest pictures were adorable that read –
“they have very happy eyes. You can tell they’re filled with joy… I look into lots of kids eyes and it’s not always obvious. With yours, it is. They know they’re loved.”
It’s bigger than those weekends filled with sugar where you are waiting for that hour hand to tick closer to bedtime. It’s bigger than days fuelled with nothing more than caffeine and clifbars. Those hectic days where you yell too much? It’s fine. They’re fine. They’re going to be just fine. They’ve got love in their eyes.