I've decided I can't look at the Popular board on Pinterest until after Halloween because it scares me.
Like I was scrolling down recipes and boom! There's a picture of a faintly human form, sickly green and tiny with its hands folded and I thought omg is that a deformed baby and I felt ill and sad and then read that it is a fantasy doll.
My fantasies run more toward Gerard Butler than sad, frightening dolls. I'm vanilla that way.
I've never really enjoyed Halloween in the creepiness factor. I like whimsy, playing dress up, celebrating fall and the harvest. Yesterday a high school volunteer showed up at school with cheshire cat makeup on such that the white band of teeth went ear to ear and over her nose. It was zombie looking and the kids' eyes got wide in the oh-my-sweet-lord way not in the hella cool way. I would have pulled the volunteer aside and told her it was inappropriate but didn't actually want to get that close to zombieface.
Speaking of scary, I had a migraine yesterday. It was distasteful. I told the kiddos I would try superhard not to be grouchy with them but that I had a bad headache and would they please go easy on me? The answer, sadly, was a big hell no.
"Wally" really let me have it, complaining sonorously about everything with loud groans and exclamations of This is crap I don't want to do it whyyyy do we have to do it I don't wanna sit here this is stupid I hate these people.
I had been reassuring. I had joked and been gentle. Then I cracked like a nut on the sidewalk.
He was holding forth about how he hates sitting at the orange table and wants to sit at the blue table.
You ARE sitting at the blue table. I announced. You complained about the orange table till no one could do their work. I moved you to the wall. You hated the wall and complained. I moved you to the blue table and now you hate that. I CANNOT MAKE YOU HAPPY, WALLY! I boomed.
Yeah, a great moment in my quest for maturity. ::hangs head::