What kind of cranky people don’t turn on the porch light for Halloween? The kind of people with sick kids. The kind of moms crying on Halloween because her kids aren’t doing well. I’ve never understood that, and before tonight I would have judged the house where the porch light was off.
I’m sad. My heart is sad. My brain is telling me to suck it up, but my heart says nope not tonight. Tomorrow I’ll suck it up. Tomorrow I’ll look at all those adorable Halloween costumes on social media and love them. Tonight I’m going to cry. I’m going to cry because I gave my kids the Cystic Fibrosis gene. I’m going to cry over missed school, and the need for online classes. I’m going to cry for what its costing all of us. What it’s costing the kids, but what it is costing us as parents too.
Please have fun friends. Please understand why I’m not sitting in the driveway with my bowl full of candy. I’ll miss that. Next year will be better. For now please just don’t judge me for my choices.