Friday, again

Well, it’s Friday. Again.

I have an okay day planned at work. The stations I had planned actually went well and most of the kids got the two big things done, so today won’t be too stressful. On Monday and Tuesday of next week we’re watching Coco to end our Day of the Dead unit (and to get through Halloween proper and its aftermath), so I have that to look forward to. I need a break and that movie should provide it.

This afternoon I’m running a table at the Harvest Festival at my school. I don’t usually volunteer for stuff like this, but I like the teacher running it and I don’t really have many friends at work anymore so I said yes. I’m not actually dreading it, so there’s that.

This weekend is pretty low key. My daughter js spending the night at her grandparents’ house on Saturday and my son is going to a birthday party that evening, so my husband and I get to go out to dinner. It will be a short, but hopefully sweet date night.

Sunday my daughter has a birthday party and the grandparents will pick up my son so my husband and I can run some errands without the kids. So many birthdays in October, but I appreciate that we can use these two to our advantage (thank you grandparents!)

Monday my daughter and her friends will Trick or Treat without adults in tow for the first time. They will all have some kind of communication device that also provides tracking, and they’ll be walking a route we’ve gone together for years. I’m excited for them, if it’s also bittersweet because I actually enjoyed walking behind them with my mom friends, and now we won’t be doing that. It’s definitely a metaphor for the ways our mom friendships are changing as our girls get older and need us less.

Luckily my son’s friend’s family is okay with us tagging along on Monday, so he has someone to Trick or Treat with. He has a big group of friends now and it’s definitely time for him to do more with them, and less in the shadow of his sister. Again, this simple change on one night feels like a harbinger of the future with older, more independent kids. It’s definitely butter sweet.

And I suppose that is it. I woke up before my alarm today, and was able to fit in this post. I’ve been using a sleep aid pretty much every night since my cat died, because laying in bed inevitably leads to me thinking about her and crying and I’m trying to avoid that. I don’t love that I’m using sleep aids consistently, but I have been getting a decent amount of sleep. That is nice.

Happy Friday.