Usually I like Halloween. It's fun.
Today, since I know that The Boy has a lousy white count, we aren't doing anything. I forgot it was Halloween until at 2:10 the doorbell rang and woke me from a much-needed nap. And woke Meatball who had been carrying on for much of the morning.
I apologized to the trick-or-treaters and decided to put up a sign that says "NO CANDY. Sick child with no immunity. Sorry. Happy Halloween." I'm sure that the doorbell will still ring five times and furthermore I wouldn't be surprised if our house got egged because I'm sure that there's just NO excuse for being home and not giving out candy.
I just didn't think of it.
And maybe that makes me self-involved but I don't particularly care. I'm not really sure that having a bunch of kids come to my door is a great thing for The Boy. Likely it wouldn't harm him but in my nasty selfishness I just don't feel like putting up with the constant reminders that my kid can't participate.