Halloween Hangovers…Not Just for Kids Anymore!

It is the morning after Halloween and I have a Halloween Hangover. I didn’t think I ate that much candy last night, but perhaps abstaining for so long left my poor body ill-prepared for the indulgences of last night.

Oh, those little chocolate bars, so deceivingly small. They can really sneak up on a girl. One minute you are enjoying a glass of wine by the fire and nibbling on a snack-sized Crispy Crunch, next thing you know, 17 wrappers have piled up and you have only had two sips of wine. How do these things happen?

By bedtime, I must have entered into a sugar-induced coma, because I slept right through the alarm this morning.

“Mommy, is it time to get up yet?”

“Hmmm… yes, it certainly is.” It was about an hour ago, as well.

So off we go. Leaving the house, we run into another mom who forgot her daughter’s water bottle at our place during Trick-or-Treating last night. I hand over the water bottle and hope she does not notice that I am dressing my kid in layers because, apparently, we have lost her winter coat.

We make it to school, I get the kid delivered and head home to take a shower. Some guy honks at me in traffic. Of course, it is not my fault, but my blood boils and I start to wonder if I am experiencing a symptom of sugar withdrawal?

Oh, the Halloween Hangover, not just for kids anymore.

LEGO!

Who doesn’t love Lego? It is hands-down the best toy ever!

I am sure the true Lego fans out there already know the news, but just in case: Calgary now has the FIRST Lego store in Canada! Read all about it in my Travel Alberta Blog post here!

Build on!

Little Miss Manners

 

“Excuse me. Excuse me.”

 

My daughter is quietly and respectfully trying to get the attention of her daycamp instructor. I smile proudly. My daughter is so polite.

 

“I’m bored.”

 

And honest, too.

 

When it comes to teaching manners, most parents struggle with the question: is there such thing as too much honesty?

 

I say “yes.” White lies are fine, fudging the truth a bit here and there is OK, and lies of omission to spare someone’s feelings are all perfectly acceptable in my book.

 

And living vicariously through the honesty of a five-year-old?

 

Fine by me.