Not even nine o'clock and Halloween is boxed up and put away. THE END. I am so sick of those costumes! Or, rather, I am so sick of being asked to WEAR the costumes and then helping them put the costumes ON and then picking up the various elements of the costumes once they've been discarded all over the house.
I'm kind of excited because I have a ton of room in the new house to STORE stuff. But there's no way I can sit down and organize all my stuff, right? I have a lot of stuff. So Halloween is kind of the first holiday where I have STUFF: decorations, costumes, candy buckets, etc. So I collected all that stuff from all the half-unpacked boxes in the garage and the closet downstairs, it spent a few weeks cluttering up my house, and now it's all in its OWN BOX. Labeled: HALLOWEEN. In the closet. On a shelf. Ready for next year. I can't really explain how giddy this makes me. I positively cannot wait to put the CHRISTMAS things away. It will be an organization PARTY!
The morning was a little crazy. Jack in a costume, Molly in regular clothes, no snack for Jack, lunch for Molly, orange frosting for Jack's Halloween party, picture money for Molly, does Emma need to eat? no? can I just stuff this pacifier in her mouth and hope for the best? Excellent! Then it turns out that Jack (and his mother) forgot his backpack in the entry way, the backpack containing the orange frosting for the pumpkin cookies for the Halloween party. Which meant an EXTRA trip this morning. GAH.
But then... instead of rushing right back to the school, I decided to just stop at Jack's school on the way to drop off Molly. So NOT an extra trip. I just waited about a half hour longer and I KNOW you guys are all "SO?" but the fact that it even occurred to me that I could WAIT and tack it on to the next trip, instead of rushing back full of apologies for forgetting it the first place... this is progress, you guys! Perhaps by the time I am seventy-five I'll have learned how to break a rule or two!
Emma and I, as per usual, passed out on the couch after eating. (Emma: milk. Me: Halloween candy.) Then it was back to pick up the kids, then some laundry and dish washing, and oh look! Time to trick or treat! AM EXHAUSTED.
I'm also thinking I should probably pump and dump on account of the 1) glass and a half of wine I drank with dinner and 2) the nineteen bags of candy floating around in my system. I'm SO glad I spent all last week avoiding sugar and simple carbs. Diet: destroyed. Good thing I weighed in this morning, eh?
I am wearing a black maternity turtleneck. An hour or so after I changed into it I realized I was going as Steve Jobs for Halloween. I just didn't KNOW it.
Phillip does not think this is as funny as I think it is.
And here's the one barely-acceptable Halloween photo we have of all three children. TA-DA:
That would be Batman, a butterfly, and a ladybug in a ladybug coma. Happy Halloween!