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Pretend. — I think this costume is broken.

on October 31, 2012

Lil’ X told me this morning: “Nothing is real on Halloween, Momma.  It’s all pretend.”  He was looking into the little Jack-o-Lantern that I had plugged in at the last minute, my feeble attempt at pretending to be a little festive on this day.  He looked into the plastic pumpkin and said, “You’re not real.  You just have a little light bulb inside your mouth. You’re just pretending.”

I think I will use that way of thinking to my benefit today.

I’ll pretend that my house is all decked out for Halloween and we have all kinds of good holiday spirits going on in our home. I’ll pretend that I wasn’t feeling like the proverbial ‘bad Mom’ this morning, because I wasn’t really doing anything super special for the kiddos for Halloween today. Instead,  I’ll pretend that I fished out the fun black and orange socks for everyone.  That I donned my witch’s hat to greet them in their beds just for fun. That I  even made orange and green pumpkin pancakes to make this October 31st just a little bit memorable.

The reality is — that didn’t happen.  Not today.  Today, I was still recovering from last night…when Y had a coughing spell that we couldn’t get rid of until we finally got a little Vick’s magic and cough medicine on and in her.  I’d like to pretend that this happened at a normal bedtime, but it was really 2:00 a.m.  At which point, the dog started whining, wanting to know why there was so much activity in the middle of the night.  I’ll pretend that he didn’t end up sleeping in the garage last night.

I’ll pretend that I got up early and made it to the gym this morning like I planned.  I’ll probably enjoy the fact that I missed the circuit this morning, that I believe involved Burpees and Wall Squats, when my legs aren’t so sore later.  (Secretly, I like Burpees and Wall Squats, so I’m actually a little sad that I missed this one.)  I’d like to pretend that my day isn’t so busy that I could sneak off to the gym later this afternoon, but that’s not gonna happen.

In this pretend universe, I won’t have to take Y to the Dr. this afternoon, which she is so looking forward to.  Not. I probably won’t take her to Sweet Frog afterwards.  Wait, let’s be honest here. The kid gets to go to Sweet Frog after the appointment today and she gets to get 3, not 2 toppings…and I think last night she even negotiated for syrup on top, too.  But that was 2:00 a.m. when everything is pretend, anyway, right?

I’ll pretend that I’m excited about walking around tonight in the cold for Trick or Treating.  Actually, I’m already dreading it a little, but I’ll pretend that I’ll change my attitude before 6:30 p.m. No, really, I will. I will manage to adjust that mentality and focus on some fun…even if I have to pretend that I’m having fun just a little bit.  The truth is, I don’t like being cold and I’m not ready for Winter which seems to have been escorted in by our pretend-friend, Sandy the Superstorm.

I’ll pretend that while we are out walking the neighborhood like fools tonight, the other kiddos that come to our house, will only take a couple of pieces of candy from the bowl, like the note says, instead of emptying the entire contents of said bowl into their oversized pillowcases in one fail swoop.

My kiddos are probably living in a fantasy world, too, dreaming that they get to eat all of the candy they collect in their plastic pumpkins tonight.  Ha! That’s a good one.  They can pretend all they want, that they will have open access to their stash instead of finding them on top of the refrigerator for careful doling out in appropriate amounts at a time by their parental units. They’ll say we are mean and that we don’t love them (or else we would let them eat all of the candy that they want, be all jacked up on sugar and have rotten teeth), but I know that they don’t mean it–that  is just pretend, too.

Of course, I’ll pretend that over the course of the next couple of days, that I won’t reach my hands into those orange treasure chests on top of the refrigerator and borrow a few pieces of sugary madness.  I’ll also pretend that I don’t know what happened to the last Reese’s cup that was being saved for your lunchbox tomorrow.  Ooops.

So, meanwhile Y is pretending to be a random Vampire Queen tonight.  This is her first attempt at anything remotely scary as a costume…I think she really liked the idea of both the tiara and pretending to be a little scary…although she is very aware of not wanting to really scare anyone,… mostly herself!

X is pretending to be IronMan.  And when he first tried on his costume a couple of weeks ago, he had to pretend that he wasn’t just a little bit disappointed when he casually said to me, “Hmmmm….I thought I would be able to fly.” 🙂  That kid cracks me up.

All in all. Happy Halloween! It’s a good day for pretend play.  Let’s All–Go. Do that.


6 responses to “Pretend. — I think this costume is broken.

  1. Jan says:

    I’ll pretend that this blog didn’t make me feel a little sad because I was pretending that I could care less whether we carve a pumpkin. I was pretending that I hoped over 200 kids wouldn’t come to my door and that my dog, Chapin, wasn’t there to greet each and every one. Fact is, I want the carved pumpkin, 200 kids and Chapin, not to mention a warm October night! Thanks for making me aware!

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  3. Amber says:

    Oops. I have problems with eating Reeses Peanut Butter Cups too. I love those things.

    • MommyVerbs says:

      Those things are devilly delicious. 🙂 The girl child just came home with a bag full of candy from her school’s fall festival. She just spent 20 minutes creating an inventory of her loot. There’s only one Reeses. I think I might be in trouble if it goes missing. Egads. The dilemmas. 🙂

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