Wow. It’s Halloween. It’s a little after nine and I seriously think I’m close to passing out from exhaustion. I know I whine alot about all we have to do but let me tell you a little bit about my day. I had a 4 hour field trip with Hanan and a Halloween party for Arleigh, all in the middle of the school day. Then I rushed home to get a special dinner made and costumes on to go trick-or-treating. Ray was a huge help. He made dinner and watched Bria so I could spend the day with Hanan and Arleigh. Arleigh’s party and trick-or-treating will come later after I get some much needed sleep.

I get to the school, get my group of girls and load a bus for a 45 minute ride. Ugh… I hate a yellow hound. This was Hanan’s field trip. Half way to the farm she looks at me and says, “I’m glad I ride the mama bus.” (I drive the girls to school in spite of their begging to ride a bus.)

“Really,” I ask, “Why?”
“It’s bouncy and loud and it would take forever to get home after every kid got off.” I’m must say I’m proud of her good, sound reasoning. It has nothing to do with why I am such an enforcer of me being their personal chauffeur but that’s a blog for another day.

We get to the farm. I’m horribly sick. Apparently I didn’t think that taking vitamins and iron supplements and then getting on a cold bus that suddenly felt like it was 100 degrees going super fast on winding roads was in any way a bad idea. About the time I start searching my bag for some sort of barf bag, we get there. It was freezing and the kids were told they needed to eat lunch at 10 a.m.

This is what I’ve learned. I’m not used to little boys. They play a bumping game. They knock each other to the ground, push and shove and no one cares. I also know as frustrated as I get with boys, they take care of my girls. I heard all sorts of stories about a little boy named Gaige and how it’s his mission in life to make sure Hanan is happy. He is upset if he accidentally hurts her. He’s willing to give up all his Chuck E. Cheese tickets for her personal happiness with a prize. He is also one of the roughest boys I’ve ever seen.

Then there are little girls. They are much nicer on the surface, they hug and pull and squeal. They also hurt to their core. They can hold grudges much better than boys. Most (not all) are fickle with their friendships. For the girls, friendship seems almost strategic and I worry that my girls will get hurt by those girls who befriend them strategically. Still, when girls are being sweet and loving, there isn’t much sweeter. These girls were good as gold all day long. Now, there were others… but again, that’s a blog for another day.

Overall, I had a wonderful day with Hanan. We had a pretty bad day yesterday. I won’t go into detail anymore than to say that Hanan displayed some pretty embarrassing behavior in public in front of good friends. I don’t know if I handled it well or not. I’m really not sure what I could do differently, but I keep going over it in my head. We needed today. We talked on the bus. I snuck her some water and peanuts. I’m sure I’ll regret showing her how to beat the rules later. It was fun.

Hanan learned about soybeans, field corn, dairy products and farm animals. We went on a hayride and picked a pumpkin that is now covered with art from a Sharpie marker. We made it back to the school just in time for me to rush to Arleigh’s Halloween party. It made for a very long day but this outing was well worth it.

Now I’m off to bed. Keep checking back. Arleigh’s parties are scaled back but I got a couple of pictures with my phone. I’ll try to get the Halloween pictures up tomorrow.