Nearly time for Halloween costume-making. Value Village has a huge amount of costumes that, if even we don’t purchase, definitely inspire our family. Last Halloween, boy midget went as an elf. We bought some plastic elf ears, a hat with a feather in it, and then I re-purposed a brown suede table runner as a sort of cross-body sash. The finishing touch was tying a rope around his waist for a belt. Last year was the first one where boy midget was allowed to go out with his buddies instead of his Mom and little sister. As a result, he called eventually from a friend’s house for a pick up. Boy had a huge amount of loot as a result of running full speed from house to house, often up and down stairs as there are lots of stairs in front of lots of houses in our neighborhood.
Husband pulled the car up on the curb in front of boy midget’s friend’s house. Boy midget made his way down their steps and approached the side of the car. After boy opened the car door, husband asked him how he was doing. Boy handed his open soda can to husband and then promptly barfed onto the sidewalk before replying, without skipping a beat, “I’m good.” Boy’s initials spell out TOGA, which as it turns out, is apt. He parties hard and doesn’t let barf ruin said party.
That being said, I am a softie with boy midget at times, when he is feeling ill. Because of his history of asthma, the first bout of which occurred when he was 8 months old and nearly killed him, I take his illnesses seriously. This school year he has missed more school than he has attended, thus far. For nearly 1 week he had an asthma attack that we worked hard at controlling and then eliminating. With a school that has 3 floors and no air conditioning, it’s not a good place for him to be in warmer weather. So, even when he seems passable at home, I know that as soon as he gets to school I’ll be getting a phone call asking me to pick him up. So why even bother sending him that day? It’s just an exercise in frustration.
Lately though he has had a terrible cold. I am planning to get us all a flu shot but that’s not possible when we are feeling sick. Yesterday he and I had a conversation after he once again stayed home from school. I told him I am harder on girl midget than I am on him, partly because of his asthma and partly because I’m preparing her for the reality of being a woman: sometimes you’ll have your period or just feel crappy, but life goes on and you still need to take care of your responsibilities. To his credit, boy admitted he notices that I’m harder on girl when it comes to attending school while not feeling 100%. He and I agreed that from now on, he will push himself harder to go to school and take care of his other responsibilities, even when he’s feeling sick (excluding his asthma attacks of course). In boy’s words, he’s going to stop being such a wuss. Well said, boy.