halloween
Trick or Treat
Nov 1st
Today someone asked me how our trick-or-treating was. For a minute it seemed as if I had already blocked the horror of it all. Unfortunately, it quickly came back to me.
The annual ”disagreement” between my babies daddy and I over whether to park six blocks away and walk to our destination, racking up the candy as we go, or to drive around the same crowded block for forty minutes hoping for a parking spot to magically appear. Surely the only reason we finally got our parking spot was because people could hear me screaming violent obscenities from six blocks away and didn’t dare take that space.
It was Jackson’s first real trick or treating, so delighted when he realized he was getting a bucket filled with candy for no apparent reason, only to be found foaming at the mouth, kicking and screaming in the middle of the sidewalk a few minutes later because Mommy won’t let him eat all the candy right now!
And once again wanting to pummel the seventeen year old trick-or-treater, whose costume consisted of a plastic grocery bag and a Newport, that almost knocked over my sweet baby for a free box of nerds. Proud that I was able to keep my cool (she was way bigger than me).
Halloween has pushed me totally and completely over the edge. Thank goodness, Ive been too busy unwrapping what I hope to be an endless supply of clearance Reese’s Cups to do anything drastic. Surely a little less sugar would have made me a little less irritable today but letting the kids have all that candy is definitely not going to get rid of my new nervous twitch.
I’ll give them some on the way to school tomorrow.
