I thought this Halloween was going to suck. Not least of which because, in case you hadn’t heard, it freaking SNOWED two nights before Halloween.
It’s also possible that I never brought down any of the (very few to begin with) Halloween decorations from the attic, and left the pumpkins in the back of the van before suddenly remembering them on Sunday night, only to discover they were starting to go bad, so all we did was paint them.
Of course, the kids could have cared less. They had costumes, they had bags, the neighbors had candy. For bonus points, we even had a 7-year-old family friend join us for the festivities. Honestly, what more could a kid need?
M and our friends took the kids out for trick-or-treating while I manned the candy and the sleeping baby. It was chilly but not frigid, and thankfully I managed to convince Rebecca to wear her padded fleece butterfly costume instead of the flimsy princess one. The kids managed their longest stretch yet, and came home after more than an hour with a pretty impressive haul for a couple of four-year-olds.
But the fun was only just beginning. The adults wanted to dig into the take-out sushi we’d gotten for dinner, and didn’t want to have to just inhale it before we started wrangling kids again. So we left them in the living room, with their bags of candy, and put on Star Wars.
When we stopped gossiping (and eventually decided against opening the bottle of tequila) and our friends finally packed up and went home and we got the kids to head up towards bed, it was nearly 10PM. On a Monday night. Practically hallucinating from the sugar intake (in fairness, it took Rebecca nearly an hour to eat a package of Skittles), spilled cups of water on the couch, the playroom looking like a tornado had come through. It was like a frat party for preschoolers.
What’s that? We have school in the morning?
Oh hell yes, we’ve got those Parents of the Year Awards all wrapped up, baby.