I am so sick of the fireworks. Sure, last night there were some beauties in the night sky, but there’s nothing worse than trying to get a toddler and a pre-schooler to sleep than fireworks. My kids have had their fingers stuck in their ears and their lips quivering for a solid two weeks and this mother… is over it.
The trash from the fireworks is also staggering. Tomorrow morning, I’ll be trudging through strips of discarded red paper as though they’re fallen autumn leaves in a Canadian street. Sure, city workers do clean things up, but the first few days after both New Year’s Eve and the lunar 15th (or the Lantern Festival) are so environmentally disappointing.
What I really want to know is exactly how many injuries or deaths there are after these nights of constant hammering to our eardrums, as though China has suddenly entered a war zone. The country certainly never reports statistics to clarify. Such information might be a deterrent for future holiday goers not exactly eager to light themselves on fire.
I have always held that if kids don’t like something, it’s probably not worth liking. They’re pure judges, in a way. When kids find something scary, at some essential level: they are. When kids are unhappy (getting out of bed, crying, plugging their ears, torturing their mothers with their constant interruptions of this particular blog-writing), then maybe we have to re-assess the value in these traditions?
And surely Chinese kids are equally unsettled? My kids have been here since birth too. They’re not "used to it." I simply don’t get it.
I can’t wait for a quieter Tuesday night and beyond.
Photos: sources linked above