Halloween is our thing around here. I start thinking about next year’s costumes by about Christmas. I sometimes get impatient and put us in costumes for our Christmas pictures. But this year I have to tell you, I was tempted to call it off. I actually suggested putting an “abducted by aliens” sign on the door and going to hide out in Joshua Tree or something.
All the travel lately has me generally fatigued. I feel like I’m doing my best to just keep from getting too horribly behind on my work, while the laundry piles up and the to-do list grows and the house falls down around me. I know you hear me, moms. Sometimes holidays can seem like more of a chore than a celebration.
BUT when I saw T in his Max from Where the Wild Things Are costume, I pretty much said- well, let the house fall down. It’s worth it.
I think my favorite moment was the very beginning of the night, when T and I went to the neighbor’s house, where his friend Presley was dressed as Sandra Dee. Presley’s parents were blasting the Grease soundtrack and we all had a big dance party.
It was one of those moments that I wished I could have frozen in amber and put in my pocket. So I can put my hand around it every time I’m driven to the very edge of my patience and tempted to say, “BECAUSE I SAID SO THAT’S WHY” (or some profanity-laden version of that). So I can pull it out and look at it and remember that this is all I ever wanted- it really is.
Scott and I were Wild Things, of course. T went trick or treating with his BFF Bedelu and they were pretty polite and awesome. After a few houses, I even stood at the curb and watched him go. I only intervened when he started trying to eat all the candy at once, wrappers and all.
Friends came by. We got over 800 trick-or-treaters this year. We ran out of candy and started giving out change from our coin jar.
Best costume went to our genius friend Sharon McGunigle (aka Venus DeMille- for you burlesque fans out there). She was in a motion capture suit- complete with green screen.