I know its terrible but I have become a Halloween Grinch. I have really come to dislike this evening. I always loved seeing all the little ones dressed up and trick or treating ----before. Before Mom got sick.
Now it's a very stressful evening. Mom will not have a good night. The constant banging on the door, the strange looking people - not good. She gets confused and agitated. The dog is no better. Particularly since she is scared of children who run at her too quickly. She knows she's tiny and takes serious evasive measures. She will probably need a small piece of an Ativan before it's over. Mom will need the same. Poor Mom can't deal with the costumes. Her expression and demeanor goes to fear. I hate it
Auntie on the other hand LOVES Halloween and prefers to ignore the effects on the rest of us. Mom, Millie and I are sitting in the den trying to stay calm and away from the door. Auntie is manning the door.
I predict a very large martini later this evening when all the little beggars have gone home. (Don't I sound mean?)
Someday I will enjoy this holiday again
It's over. We survived and nobody required sedation! All all the candy left is mine....Mwa ha ha ha