Lately I don’t have time for anything it seems. I’m squeezing in time every day to get my work done so I can get the kids from school, then homework, dinner, quality time, bed time, cleaning time, …and more work from home. It’s never ending right now.
So, imagine my excitement when I found these cute little pumpkin craft kits from Target. I had already purchased the amazing, deluxe, full of multiple cutting tools and guaranteed to slice through an artery pumpkin decorating kit, with not one but TWO pumpkin scoopers…. but I wasn’t upset about keeping it on a shelf until maybe next year.
Instead, to optimize quality time and reduce stress and clean up, and bandaging later, we got a few of these craft kits.
All went well, it was a beautiful day so we were able to work outside and save the kitchen floor that had just been washed by yours truly.
I’m pretty sure the paint wasn’t washable, and I was flirting with disaster by letting them paint in brand new clothes…… but I was willing to take the risk. Thankfully, it worked out.
There was a kit for every imagination……
Everyone was suitably impressed with their pumpkins, and of course secretly liked their own way better than the other ones.
This lazy pumpkin decorating was fast, satisfying to all parties, and accomplished my goal of “quality time” while allowing enough time for one more activity I had been looking forward to since waking up at 6am that morning…..
(Harsh Whisper) “They’re trying to get rid of all the peanuts…. First it’s the teal pumpkins, and next thing you know…. all of us peanut-eaters are going to be stuck in a camp somewhere….”
I just learned about the teal pumpkin thing, a cousin posted it on her FB page. I really hadn’t thought much about it at the time, but recently ran across an open letter written by a mother who wanted to thank everyone who was participating in the teal pumpkin project.
Time-waster that I am, I clicked on the comment button just to see what people were saying. I was kind of surprised. And then surprised again as my own opinion of the whole thing changed.
LOTS of comments from us “non-allergy” parents, basically saying it’s not their responsibility to make Halloween safe for the allergy kids. A lot of “why do WE have to forego snickers bars and Reese’s peanut butter cups for your brat?” And “hey, parent your own kid, it’s not our job to keep them safe!”
I was kind of on board initially….as it brought to mind how I’m not allowed to send a freaking peanut butter and jelly sandwich to school for Sammy because someone has a nut allergy. And how he’s had his snacks sent back home when the teachers found or THOUGHT they found evidence of nuts inside.
And I kept reading. And wouldn’t you know I started to question why we all have to feel the need to take a stand all the damn time. Against things. And I also began to feel just a little bit ashamed of myself…. for not thinking of the innocent little kids who want to run house to house without fear of say, dying, if they sneak a piece of candy before getting home. Like I used to do.
So my take away lesson was this: The teal pumpkin project is a completely voluntary, as in NOT mandatory way for anyone to show a little empathy for the kids who suffer from allergies, but still want to have the fun the rest of the kids get to have. It’s a way for allergy families to show solidarity, and also for us non-allergy families to show support. If we want. But we can still buy snickers if we want to, no one is going to egg our house. At least probably not because of anything nut related.
My kids can eat anything. Anything they want. No problems. But they are growing up in a world where more and more kids don’t have that luxury. Maybe it’s good for them to learn awareness, consideration, empathy. For allergy kids and ALL kids… because there is not just one kind of kid that is “normal”. Hell, NO kid is “normal”…. but they are ALL KIDS.
I worked with a girl who had a son the same age as Sammy. In preschool. Severe peanut allergy. I knew her for just over a year, and in that time her son was rushed to the emergency room because he accidentally took a bite of someone else’s sandwich that contained peanut butter. His Epi-pen and Benadryl didn’t stop his reaction. Thankfully, he was ok. But can you imagine? I would be terrified all the time. All the hidden ingredients I never check… I would guess Halloween for these families is terrifying.
So no, I don’t think the teal pumpkin project is making kids with allergies or their families feel entitled to special treatment. The more I think about it, the more I want to participate…. because it’s NICE people….and it’s nice to be nice. Especially when you don’t HAVE to be.
A serious and sobering look into the mind of a mom who opened a 5# bag of candy….3 days before “the day”.
Walk into pantry. Time on my hands. Bag is just sitting there. I grab it…of course I open it. I play that game with myself where I pretend to have will power, and then get mad when I realize I don’t, not even a little. A mouthful of M&M’s is somewhat comforting though.
Day 1, later….
Why do I keep blindly reaching in and finding the Snickers? They are all going to be gone and everyone will know I ate them. But I agree, they really DO satisfy you!
17 year old calls me out for opening the bag. I pretend very convincingly that I had NO IDEA!! Was that bag opened at the seam when I bought it?! Can you believe that?? She does not buy it. I throw a candy bar at her, making her an accomplice so she will shut up.
Thank God I worked today, because the 15 mini Kit Kat bars I ate tonight could have easily been 50 if I’d had a whole day to work at it…. I think I now like Kit Kat better than Twix. Somehow, they seem more refreshing, and almost healthier.
Evening of Day 2.
Get here fast, Halloween!!! I hate myself and I hate my weakness! Thank goodness the weather is going to suck for trick or treating, because I know I would just end up eating all the candy the little ones collect to save them from obesity and diabetes…but who is going to save ME from this delicious bag of sin???
Still later that evening…
It’s amazing that I’m not sick to my stomach. I don’t want to know how many empty calories I’ve consumed. No point in working out ever again, I’m too far gone. Am I this weak??, Really??
Yes. Yes I am.