So I hate Halloween.
Yup. There it is.
Oh, I have tried to love it. I have.
As kid, it was fun to dress up for the Halloween party that we had in school. In my memory we took half the day just getting our costumes on and asking our teachers to zip, snap, and attach necessary parts to our costumes that our moms had sent along in a plastic bag. Those poor teachers also had the duty of smearing on the make up our moms sent and spraying the color in our hair that we brought in an aerosol can.
We had fun games, dunked our made up faces in a bucket of water in hopes of getting an apple that other people’s face had been on, and then marched around the school for everyone to see our costumes.
After about 3rd grade, the fun wasn’t as fun anymore.
We didn’t have the money for fancy store-bought costumes and because we started discussing costume ideas about three days before Halloween, our costumes usually involved jeans and my dad’s hunting camo make-up stuff (I was a witch for many, many years in a row).
Even in college I never really cared about dressing up for Halloween parties. It was too much work to be too uncomfortable. And if a normal Sunday morning was somewhat “rough”, the day after a Halloween party was horrible because it usually involved doing laundry to get fake blood, hair color, sweat, and beer out of your pillow case.
Just not worth it.
As a full-fledged adult living on my own, I thought Halloween was cute for exactly one year. The first year I lived in our current house and was able to hand out trick or treat candy. Growing up, we lived out where there were just no trick or treaters (we went to my cousin’s neighborhood to trick or treat). The next year I realized that giving out candy is not all that awesome since I am not really a fan of grabby children.
I thought maybe my attitude would change once we had kids.
Eddie’s first Halloween was sort of nice. We dressed him up, took him to see his Grandmas, and then came home. We successfully missed the trick or treaters and we didn’t have to actually go out trick or treating.
Eddie’s second Halloween was Ok too since there was no real trick or treating. He did two houses and then was done. And again, I sort of ignored trick or treaters.
Eddie’s third Halloween had all the signs of Halloween going bad. He was excited up until the actual day. Then he hated his costume, didn’t want to say trick or treat, was scared of everything…it ended in tears.
This year was the culmination of all the yuck about this “holiday”.
First, we picked our pumpkins out at the last minute, I didn’t bring my big camera to the “patch”, and Eddie was the pits during the carving so everything went so fast there was no time for action shots…or finished product shots.
And then there was the actual day. Halloween was on a work night so Cort had to rush to daycare to pick up the boys early, and I had to rush home from helping students after school (did I mention this week is the end of the first quarter? SO BUSY WITH ALL THE THINGS). Then we flew through dinner so quickly I am not even sure any of us tasted it.
In a blur of Cort cleaning up dinner and my getting the boys in their costumes we were out the door by 5:45pm to hit up the grandma’s houses to show off the boys and for them to collect their treat bags.
When we got back just before 7pm, I had barely turned the porch light on and the trick or treaters descended upon our house like moths to a flame. Cort took Eddie out into the neighborhood. I should mention that Eddie whined the entire car ride from my mom’s house to my mother-in-law’s house about eating candy. And then whined from my mother-in-law’s house all the way to our house. And then whined when we made him go potty before trick-or-treating. It was awesome.
Oh wait. no. It was not.
Eddie caught on to the trick or treating thing like a boss according to Cort. Not surprising since he would do just about anything for a bite of chocolate. Including giving away his baby brother (which is why Charlie stayed home with me).
When Eddie got back from trick or treating, he handed out candy to a few kids that came by before we turned off the porch light so we could do bedtime. His costume was a huge hit with all the older kids.
After the Mario costume came off? All that whining he had been doing suddenly seemed like angelic singing compared to the all out devil tantrums he started throwing at bedtime.
That child didn’t finally stay in his bed without tears or fits until close to 10pm.
And mommy had to take an extra anxiety pill so she wouldn’t explode all over the house with ugliness.
Oh, and then to make it all just right? Eddie puked at daycare this morning. After having him home for the rest of the day, it has been determined that the puke was due to over-tired, over-excited, over-sugared.
I’m chalking this year’s ugliness up to Eddie’s age and trying to cram too much in.
Next year, we may have to skip the grandmas and just do some trick or treating. Because I just can’t handle it all.
I am not the mom who is awesome at Halloween.
I can accept that. Hopefully my kids can too and they make friends with the kid whose mom is.