This coming Halloween will be Punkie’s first . . . and I’ve been really looking forward to it. I mean, I’ve been looking forward to it A LOT. I already have two costumes picked out for him, both of which we now own – a R2D2 outfit for day care (without embellishments that will impede his movement or the teachers’ schedule) and an adorable plush monkey outfit for trick-or-treating.
However. The key word here is “however.”
However, I cannot take Punkie trick-or-treating this year. And I’m feeling angry and disappointed about it.
My anger is so selfish because my sister and her fiance have set their wedding date for October 31 at 3PM (in a cemetery), and I should be happy for them. And I really am. But I’m so disappointed. And I feel angry about it.
My sister has had zero interest in her nephew. She’s seen him 3 times in the EIGHT MONTHS since he was born, and two of those times were at family gatherings she would have gone to regardless. The first time was at the hospital. The facts that (A) this is her one and only nephew/niece, (B) she doesn’t have kids of her own yet, and (C) she waited in the lobby for his birth with the rest of the family all led me to assume that she was excited about her nephew. But it’s clear now that she doesn’t give a shit about him. Or me. Or my husband.
I never did tell her how excited I was about Punkie’s first Halloween. I rarely see her and it never came up. And then she scheduled her wedding for that day. I guess it didn’t occur to her.
It’s her day and I am happy for her. But I’m going to miss Punkie’s first Halloween. I don’t know if I’ll even be able to spend the evening with Punkie at all – we don’t know if kids are invited and it’s not like she has a special affinity for this particular kid.
At least I have the day care costume, even though I won’t be with him while he’s celebrating.