Trick or Treat

IMG_20151023_180951307_HDRWe’ve been under the weather at our house – Joey missed school Friday and barely moved from the couch.  He just wanted to cuddle up with me and of course being his momma I wrapped him in my arms and laid on the couch with him.  Day two I woke up feeling stiff and sore from lying around the house with him the day before and on top of that I awoke with a tickle in my throat and pain when I swallowed.  I notice as each year passes my immunity level seems to sink lower and lower as my reserves are all being utilized to battle my pain on a daily basis.  Doesn’t leave much to fight off a common cold or flu bug.

We waffled all day on Saturday as to whether or not we should even attempt trick-or-treating.  I tried to bribe him with the drive-in since he’s been wanting to see Goosebumps and he went along with the idea for about an hour but as dusk began rolling in he said he’d rather go trick-or-treating even if it was only to five or six houses.  So we threw on his Freddy Krueger costume and began our trek out into the spooky delights that Halloween always brings in our neighborhood.  We saw friends along the way and stopped long enough to say hello but Joey wasn’t up for chit-chat this year.  He didn’t even really care to go with friends.  He was on a mission to hit as many houses as he could before he wore himself out.

All along our journey we kept running into people who had been by our home, shrouded in darkness, no decorations up, and they were all very disappointed.  Our house is one of those destination houses.  You know what I’m talking about, the ones that they come to each year to see what the theme is.  Last year was arachnophobia with animated spiders sliding up and down the house, jumping out at the kids as they braved the walkway of webs to secure their candy sneaking by the gardener who had been consumed by them and his body cavity used to breed more of the little creatures.  Another year it was a haunted maze with the neighbors pitching in to staff it.  However this year my hubby had to work the holiday and he was beyond depressed.  He started to get out decorations and then decided screw it he wasn’t doing it if he didn’t get to be present to scare the kids and adults alike.  His favorite holiday and he was boycotting it.  I kept throwing ideas out but he just wasn’t into it and so I let it go.

When we’d hit about 10 houses we were done in so we headed home to pass out candy.  We had hordes of people this year.  Not just the groups of two to three kids at a time but groups that were ten or more.  It was crazy.  I kept having to run back into the house to get candy to replenish our cauldron.  I’d leave Joey in charge but each time I came back out he’d be surrounded by the masses and they’d just be helping themselves while he shouted, “Just one piece so everyone can get one”.  It was too cute.  I think he actually had more fun passing out treats then going out for them himself.  He and I both missed having our house decorated and getting to play a role.  I can tell you that after all the comments we received and bummed out expressions we will definitely be doing something next year and it’s going to have to be something extra special to make up for the fact that we bombed this year.  I told Larry to put in now for next Halloween off so that he could participate in his favorite holiday.

The neighbors up and down the block outdid themselves.  We had graveyards galore and a man getting the electric chair.  Cute ones with Casper the ghost and smiling jack-o-lanterns.  The kids ranging in age from those in strollers to 16 or so all outdid themselves in the costume category – everything from bumble bees to zombies.  I didn’t have one kid that came to my door who was not in a costume of some kind.  That’s a first since usually the teens barely put any effort into it.  I can’t wait to see what they all come up with next year.

So we didn’t trick anyone this year but we handed out lots of treats and in the end were treated to a parade of characters and some fabulously spooky decorations along the way.  Not bad for a Saturday night.

Terrors in the Night

I don’t think there is much worse than watching your young son suffer through night terrors.  They are unpredictable and at first unclear to diagnose as such.  One moment sleeping dreamily and the next in a semi-wakeful state only not really awake talking about the boogeyman that haunts his soul.  It’s heartbreaking and not something you can just kiss goodbye like a boo-boo.  In fact sometimes just the touch of another human being can make his anguish 100 times worse while at other times it soothes his soul.  It’s like walking on a tightrope and doing your best to stay balanced only without all the tools that an expert tightrope walker has in their arsenal.

For a while he had them several times a week, then several times a month, then a day or two a month, then down to just occasionally.  I can always tell when he’s really worried or afraid of something because they come more frequently.  Some are easier to sooth than others.  Some hold so deeply onto his mind that it’s hard to get it to reset to a normal setting.  The one thing that seems to settle him is a little six line lullaby that I created and have sung to him since he was a just few weeks old because I couldn’t seem to retain with any regularity the verses to all the old standard lullaby’s of my youth.  Who knew that something that emerged as a result of my Fibromyalgia symptoms would become so handy down the line.  But it is, handy, to help keep the boogeyman at bay.

Tonight has been one of the worst for night terrors, perhaps because he isn’t feeling well and has been running a fever on and off all day.  It could be because he’s afraid the boogeyman is moving back into our neck of the woods – yes people there are real boogeymen out in the world and they can do irreparable harm to whole families, heck whole communities if they are evil enough in their intentions.  For this momma it is one thing to know how to fight them one-on-one and a whole different thing to fight them in your child’s subconscious.  How do you fight something that is invisible to you but clearly in vivid colors in your child’s mind?  If anyone has an answer I’d sure like to hear it.

We do all that we can in the waking hours – installing confidence and open communication, working with great doctor’s and therapists trained to work with children and families alike and yet on nights like these it’s hard to feel like we’re really helping at all.  It’s hard to explain away why your child who is normally on top of things, interactive, and smart is zombielike on certain days.  Especially when he wouldn’t be able to explain why since he himself has no recollection of experiencing night terrors.  That at least is the silver lining.  He doesn’t have to live through it in his subconscious dreaming state only to recollect and rethink the whole thing again in his waking state.

As a mom I wish I had some magic fairy wand that I could simply wave with a flourish in the air and remove every scary thought that tries to take hold in his mind.  I’d replace them with adventurous journey’s that would appeal to a crazy little boys soul and happy, laugh out loud moments.  I’d give him restful nights of slumber and only pleasant dreams if only I had a magic wand.  But alas, I do not have one of those tools either so for now I’ll just have to sing my lullaby while gently rubbing his back and hope it is enough to soothe his troubled little heart.

Trick or Treat

IMG_6761Last night was such a joy.  I got to spend time with my Daisy troop doing nothing but having fun.  My awesome Asst. Leader Karen opened her very decorated home for our party and the girls all came in costume.  Each was responsible for bringing a treat to share so we had everything from decorated cupcakes to candy bracelets to my contribution of eye of newt ice cream floats.

I created my own version of bingo, Halloween style.  The girls did really well at It winning chocolate covered caramels and marshmallows.  The really great part was that without being asked they just automatically go into helpful mode assisting those next to them with covering the right spots. The cards all held exactly the same characters just in various orders.  I had my own moment of joy when even after we all did the black out round they still didn’t get that they were all destined to win, they were just excited that they had all won together.

Our second game was “Hot Pumpkin” played to the Monster Mash theme.  They did an awesome job playing at it, not getting caught with the hot pumpkin on their hands when the music stopped.  Elsa won the big prize for that one and went home with a stuffed lion.

Being the responsible leader that I am (and more empathetic mom) I then took them outside to burn off some of the many treats they’d take part in.  We played freeze tag, hide and seek, Bloody Mary says…, red light green light, etc.  It was so much fun.

The girls voted to have a party every three months even if it’s not holiday themed but just for fun.  I think it was a good idea as who doesn’t enjoy a party.  It’s a great time to sit back and get to see the lessons we’ve been working on in action from helpful and kind to respectful.  I see it when we’re learning the lessons but it’s expected at those times, the real treat comes when you get to see them putting those lessons into play without being asked.  It validates that they are getting the concepts that I’m trying to teach and that the parents reinforce with the girls once they get home.

Now to prep for Friday’s Trunk or Treat with the Cub Scouts.  That to I am sure will be fun.


Powered by Popcorn

Not really, more like power zapped by popcorn.  This year I had the pleasure (yes I am saying that sarcastically) of fulfilling the role of Popcorn Kernel for our Cub Scout Pack 28.  By choice?  Again, not really but no one stepped up to volunteer and since it is the main source of funds for our pack I picked up the slack.  I’ve ordered popcorn, staffed, and manned what is known in the Cub Scout world as “Show & Sells”.  You’ve all seen them at your local grocery stores – the table out front with one or two parents and a gaggle of little boys in uniform selling overpriced popcorn or as we like to say in our neck of the woods accepting donations and getting a gift of popcorn in return.  This was my first year heading it up and it required way more work than had been indicated.  It started with determining just how much popcorn to order for our two weekends of Show & Sells.  Lucky for me I have a great treasure who keeps immaculate records for our pack and so we were able to tabulate the previous couple of years and come up with an average and then ever the optimist I tacked on another 50% of the recommended amount.  I know, for you Popcorn Kernel aficionado’s you’re probably saying to yourself, BIG MISTAKE.  But as it turns out positive thinking does have its rewards.

I called every scouts family personally to get them to sign up to work a shift or two or three.  The first weekend we sold out of every package of popcorn I’d ordered.  Go Pack 28!  Then on the following Monday began a flurry of calls and visits to Council’s offices to try to secure more inventory for our second weekend that we’d scheduled.  After five days of begging and pleading I had enough, I hoped, to supply our second event.  Again we sold out of all of it except 4 boxes of microwaveable kettle corn and I think we could have sold that to if they hadn’t raised the price to $25.

Keep in mind that while all this is occurring I’m being told by more senior members that I under ordered and must have gotten my figures wrong at the onset despite Council confirming that I ordered over and above what was sold the previous two years.  What’s a girl to do… hold my head high, know I did it correctly and the to the best of my abilities and move on with Take Orders.

Take orders are really the responsibility of the scouts families but all along I was there for support, to answer questions, to provide training as needed.  I dressed up as the Popcorn Queen and carried around my popcorn wares hawking them to the boys at our Pack meeting, sharing with them why it was important for the pack and for their scout accounts to give this fundraiser our best efforts.  And it must have worked because the boys hit the pavement and outdid themselves.

For the last 3 days I’ve been tracking down their orders, collecting funds, tabulating to ensure funds equal quantities ordered, collaborating with my pack treasurer, entering all the orders into the online system, wrangling my hubby into helping me proof that I entered all the orders correctly.  One of my Tiger cubs even made scholarship level, selling in excess of $2,500 which necessitated entering every customers name, address and order so he could receive 6% of his sales in a special college scholarship fund.  It was time-consuming, mind numbing, and a major eye strain but I got it done.  The last 24 hours was tracking down parents to secure the boys prize selections so I could get them in the system in time and when my numberous calls, e-mails, texts went unanswered, guestimating what each boy would like based on what I know of them.  Then having to explain to those same parents what I ordered and why I ordered it because THEY DIDN’T RESPOND IN A TIMELY MANNER.

Did I mention this is all volunteer time on my part?  That I run the Pack?  That I’m a Den Leader for my son’s level?  Yes, yes, and yes.  I like being involved.  I like being able to contribute.  To budget my time and my physical reserves accordingly but it’s all a guessing game since so much of it is dependent on other folks who think their lives, their time, is more valuable than my time with my family.  While I’m super proud of how well our Pack did, they more than tripled previous years results, I’m also a little disappointed that some of our parents aren’t willing to take the initiative and help when help is needed.

While for most of these folks it would just cost them time for me it costs me energy – physical and mental energy that I’m already in short reserves of.  So I’m turning off my phone, not answering e-mails or texts for the next 24 hours while I try to recoup some of that energy that was lost to this process.  I wish all parents would equally volunteer, in some capacity, for the common good of all.  I wish that what would have not even been a blip on my energy radar years ago now blows up the system.  I wish that I could have went to the skate park with my son today to watch his mad skills on his board instead of having to lay down and rest, ice bag covering my eyes, while I tried to gain back some of my energy reserves.

So powered by popcorn?  I think not.  Would I do it again if my sons pack needed me to?  You betcha, because that’s how I roll, limp, walk.

Fall is in the Air

Finally it’s beginning to feel like Fall and I couldn’t find more joy in that if I tried.  The slight briskness just energizes me and even on my worst day makes me want to get out of bed and spend some time outdoors.  So it is perfect timing that it’s upon us since yesterday Joey and I headed out to the skate park to join my sister-in-law and niece at my nieces skateboard lesson.  We hadn’t been to one in ages and it was great to get out and see Joey’s enthusiasm for the sport be rekindled.  Elsa was having a little bit of an off day – to many skaters in the park which created quite a distraction which didn’t lend to staying focused.  Still it was cute to see her get up on the board with her coaches help and coast around the bottom of the bowl.  They took there leave after only about a 1/2 an hour but Joey asked to stay on so we did.

He asked Gina all kinds of questions and she was kind enough to help him learn to lean into the curves a little more.  She’s one of those people that you are just instantly relaxed around and want to know more about.  While Joey skated she and I talked.  She’s originally from Italy and only relocated to the states because her parents opened up an Italian language school here in the Sacramento area.  It was interesting to learn that her interest in skating began the same as Joey’s – playing Tony Hawk video games when she was 8 years old on her brothers gaming system.  While they both had skateboards she wasn’t really encouraged to do the sport because she was a girl but she persisted and all on her own.  She baby sat and did odd jobs until finally at age 14 she could buy her own board.  She never saw the inside of an actual skate park until she was 17, had purchased her first automobile and could drive herself to one.  Now 10 years later she’s still loving the sport, is typically the only girl actually skating at the parks, and is sharing her love and skill set with the next generation many of whom are girls like my beautiful niece Elsa.  I love to see strong female role models out there not only for little girls but for my sons benefit as well.  It’s important to me that he realize for himself that men and woman are equal and capable of doing anything that they set their minds to.  He was so impressed with her, even more so than her friend Jay who is a professional skateboarder, that he’s negotiating with me for lessons with her.

Today we headed back over their with the hubby so he could check out Joey’s new skills.  I told him I could only go for an hour since I’m in the middle of Cub Scout popcorn orders but just watching his joy held me transfixed for a little over two hours this morning.  Before we’d even made it out of the park he was asking if we can come back again tomorrow.  That kid of mine, it’s always an all or nothing mentality.

Watching him skate around the park made me want to get a board of my own so we could do it together.  A pipe dream I know as those harsh landings would do me in when my body is already in so much pain on a daily basis just doing the basics of life but still a girl can dream.

The Invisible Wall

I’ve been going, going, going of late – over runs-into-wallcommitted and under energized but still propelling myself forward in an attempt to get it all accomplished. Then, FWAP, I slammed into an invisible wall that not only knocked me down but has kept me down for hours than days at a time. Each time it makes me take stock and try to put into perspective what’s most important and to me that is family. But part of being over committed is trying to do so much for my family, especially my son.

Larry and I have always been present and active participants in Joey’s endeavors. We’ve coached and managed his baseball teams. I’ve taken leadership roles within his Cub Scout Pack. I volunteer each and every year in his classroom. And in all of these endeavors and more I find that I am always the parent who is the one to say “yes” when asked because the other parents aren’t able or willing to step up. I don’t understand this especially since I was raised in a single parent household with my mom working full-time and then some and yet she still managed to participate in Girl Scouts to some degree or another, helped coach my basketball team in an unofficial capacity, always took my friends and I on the first picnic of the year and allowed us to hold weekly dances in our garage. She did all of this while working 60 plus hours a week. As a result I have great memories that I made with her during my childhood adventures. I want that for my son too though I’m finding with Fibromyalgia that is more difficult to accomplish. I end up saying yes to way to much and then find myself resentful and frustrated that the other parents aren’t doing their parts. I run myself ragged and then like I said, FWAP, I’m up against an invisible wall that I can seem to climb or go around. It makes me really resentful of my Fibromyalgia even though I know that simply because I have this condition I am able to be around more for my son even if it’s just hanging at the house, having movie days in bed on my really bad days or reading stories together.

So I have to ask myself, “How can I stop going so fast in a forward direction that it allows me to coast around that wall rather than slamming into it?”. You’d think it would be simple enough to do, simply say “No” but I find that so difficult when I know it impacts my sons joy, or my husbands. And yet if I did say that two letter word more often it would allow me to have more joy in my life, more time to savor the best parts that make up my life.

Crazy Days

I looked back on the past week and wondered to myself, when did I get so crazy?  I mean I know I have this illness, that doing to much to quickly will send me into a flare and yet when it comes to life I seem to be hurtling full speed ahead.  This is what my week looked like:  Saturday – All day adoption class; Sunday – Ran an e-waste donation site for my sons Cub Scouts pack and pulled the weeds in my front yard; Monday – Did an art project with my sons class and participated in a Girl Scout fundraiser at the skating rink; Tuesday –  Ran errands for Joey’s class and took him to his baseball game; Wednesday – Worked at my son’s school; Thursday – Helped at my sons field trip, and then that evening took my son for team pictures and baseball practice followed by a mad dash to his Cub Scout pack meeting; Friday –  To tired to do anything other than take and pick up my son and neighbor from school.  Yes all that while in pain and most days to tired to think clearly and yet I went forward.

I’m hoping the crazy days of April will slowly melt into the gentle rhythm of May but I know it won’t.  One more month of school with final projects and open house and year-end parties and homework, homework, homework.  All of it taking up my time and devouring my energy.  More baseball practices and games and a team party.  Again swallowing my energy whole.  And Cub Scout meetings that seep into the evening hours when I am at my foggiest.   All of it too much and at the same time not enough.  I want my son to have great memories of his childhood and I don’t want to miss a second of it.  I want to see every double that he hits, watch him help lead the Pledge of Allegiance at the City Council meeting, help to make his classroom experiences be the best they can be.  But all of that comes at a price.  I’m left with nothing, no energy or focus and in its place mind numbing pain that seems to affect every part of my body like an alien body snatcher leaving me at less than myself.  Less than I want to be and yet I keep taking a step forward and then another.  Crazy?  You bet, crazy for my family, for everyday adventures, for the possibilities that each day brings.