You know, I almost didn't post anything today because I thought, man, I am going to be posting every single darn day during November. And if that isn't enough Gina for you guys, I don't know what is.
Suffice it to say I will be relying on some tricks to get me by, I'm going to guess that not all of my posts will be treatises on political upheaval in Myanmar. I mean, it's just a guess.
We went to a pumpkin carving party tonight, and Mr. P carved his first pumpkin by himself. Almost. Just a wee bit of help. It was really good, too.
We are going trick or treating on Wednesday night in my sister's neighborhood because they rock. My sister lives on a cul-de-sac and everyone knows each other, and one of Mr. P's little buddies lives across the street from my sister, so we are all going to go together.
I was talking to the mom of the little buddy today, and she mentioned that a few other families in the neighborhood were going together and beforehand, they were going to have a party, complete with lots of alcohol. Then, they were going to go ahead and just walk around with their alcohol.
I don't know if it is just me, but I don't understand people who feel the need to mix children's events with alcohol. If hanging out with your kid is such a chore that you need alcohol to cope, then you've got some problems.
I have been to birthday parties for young children that involved kegs of beer and fully stocked bars.
I know it's wrong to judge, but why hold back now on the judging? I've always done it, and if it's wrong, please, I never want to be right. Because then, people would just do whatever they wanted to do without fear of social reprisal. And baby, I am the poster child for social reprisal.
I don't think it's cool to have children see their parents and other adults getting sloshed. And they might think, oh, I'll just have a beer or two, but inevitably, it winds up being four or five and they either start to get really obnoxious or just sit staring glassy-eyed as the kid blows out the candle.
It it really just me?