I have to say that Halloween is my least favorite holiday. Hate it, can't stand it, its only redeeming factor is the candy. I eat my own because I buy the best stuff. Since my kids were little it has always been a battle.
Two weeks before Halloween.
Me: "What do you want to be for Halloween?"
Them: "I don't know?"
Me: "How about this, or that, or maybe this?"
Them: "No, I don't want to be any of those things."
Me: "You better decide because the costume parade at school is in two day."
Them the night before: I want to be a little Mermaid and I want to to make a costume just like Jenn's mom made for her."
Me: "I can't make a costume in one day. You're going to have to be something here. Like a dead soccer player, or a zombie cheerleader."
Them: "Noooooo, I don't want to be that. Let's go buy a costume."
Me: "There aren't any good ones left because you waited too long."
We run all over town trying to find what I knew wouldn't be there anyway.
Them: "I don't want to be a fifties girl."
Me: "but I just spent a fortune on the skirt."
Them: "I'm just going to be a dead cheerleader."
Me: "I hate Halloween."
If it weren't for the candy, I'd cancel Halloween all together.
1 week ago