November Third

It’s Day 3 of NaBloPoMo! So, what’s been going on?

I didn’t get much sleep last night, due to my 10 year old’s post nasal drip coughing. Ugh! I did everything I could for her; raised her head with another pillow, gave her a spoonful of honey, heated up a heating pad for her chest, and gave her cough medicine, which did nothing. Tonight she went to bed and is sleeping soundly with no coughing…yet. I hope she sleeps well tonight!

At work today, I had a surprise visit from the village health inspector…right as we were finishing up a messy fingerpainting project. Of course. The preschool passed the inspection with flying colors! I was pretty pleased, since this is the first time I’ve been in charge for an inspection.

The trees are changing colors, finally. It’s been hard to predict what the trees are going to do this fall. We had two months of drought, then a lot of rain, and also a lot of warm weather. Now it’s cold, and the trees are finally getting the message that fall is here!

How was your day?

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Black Cat or Bloody Girl

For the past couple of years, my youngest daughter has had to have two different costumes for Halloween. I do not know how this happened, but somehow she has been obsessed with being something scary and bloody. Of course, her elementary school doesn’t allow bloody costumes, so she decides on one safe costume for the school parade, and then makes herself all gory for trick-or-treating.

Halloween 2016

She has been spending weeks practicing her bloody scar makeup to get it realistic, and she cut up a shirt and painted it with “blood.”

The school costume, however, does not receive as much preparation. Two nights before Halloween, she was going to wear a smock and make a palette and be an artist for the Halloween parade. The night before Halloween, she decided to be a black cat. She found a big, fat pipe cleaner to be her tail, dressed all in black, and the next morning had me make her hair into two buns to be her ears.

 

As soon as she got home from school, with a little school glue, makeup and fake blood, she transformed into something else….

One of the other moms in our trick-or-treating group even asked me if she really hurt herself!

Fortunately, her wounds washed off later that night!

Linking up with Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop here:  I Was Right

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