The poor dear, Halloween was too exciting for her.
The costumes alone were the cause of much wiggling and jumping around. It's not every day that you get to run around town in a pink tutu! All the attention, the admiring comments, and then the coquettish behaviour in return that was the cause for even more adoration...
It was the decorations on the porch, the candles inside the house in their spooky holders flickering, the flashlight that made eerie noises,and all the people coming to the door in those crazy get-ups too! As well, the sight of Steve striding around in his Prince Charming outfit, geared in a cape, breastplate, sword and crown (and let's mention, black long underwear as tights - because all princes wear tights, you know). Then, the trip later that night to our friends' home, with the savoury foods and more kids sparking and swirling like embers in the night air at the end of such a crackling Fall day...
But it was all of that candy the next day that's really to blame. The sweet, rustling, tempting candy that was right there, that's what did it. Even as I type this, I know I shouldn't have sneaked in the kitchen and pilfered that Coffee Crisp. After all, the ones I had for breakfast should have been enough, and I feel kind of grungy.
So, I understand how she feels.
Nobody wants to puke in a bed, one all dressed in freshly washed flannel sheets with a brand new memory foam mattress topper that was a birthday present that was finally installed last week under them. Nobody wants to spend a moment of a gorgeous fall day all listless and salivating because of a barfy tummy. Not even interested in going to the park? Well, that tells me she's sick!
We've all had those days where you just want to sleep all the bad feelings away, and wake up better. A comfy chair to return to, occasionally resting a cheek on a nice cool floor, any variation on lying down somewhere in a position that will never be comfortable enough, and all the restless shifting about between weak slumber, just quietly feeling yucky the whole while. She's not even well enough to complain - that's what gets the sympathy.
We've all been there. The retching, the tired hurty tummy, the lack of an appetite for anything, let alone healthy food - it's all to be expected when you're only fifty pounds and you binge on a few mini candy bars, some Pop Rocks, a box of nerds and a granola bar, a lollipop or two and a certain amount of potato chips the day after a really, really exciting night out.
But it wouldn't be so bad if she hadn't eaten the wrappers too.