Halloween 2015 had some highlights, as does any holiday that involves wigs and Whoppers, but I am grateful this one is done.
For my daughter’s second grade party last week I signed up to make a Pin-The-Nose-On-The-Witch game because I forgot I hate crafts. After weeks of putting it off, the night before the party I finally made my witch.
She is a shining example of my poor drawing and coloring skills. Don’t even get me started on those green penis noses. Other more talented moms brought Pinterest-level games and treats while I stood in the corner with my sad, scraggly witch. Of course I forgot to bring prizes for the game, which made it an even bigger hit. One girl asked me what she would win if she landed on the X, to which I cheerfully replied, “a sense of accomplishment.” She looked like she wanted to hurt me.
I realized I did not even take a photo of my kids together in their costumes this year. I felt bad about this until I remembered that I didn’t take a photo because my phone storage is full because I have SO MANY OTHER PHOTOS of my kids from every other day leading up to Halloween. For once they’ll have to suffer and use their memory to recall a moment from their childhood.
But alas the cherry on the cake of Halloween 2015 was when my 7-year-old threw up in her bed last night because she had clearly consumed nothing but garbage for 24+hours. That felt like I had done a really top notch job managing the candy factor this year. Needless to say I’m trying to block out the details of that experience, so let’s just focus on the good times we had with wigs and move on to Thanksgiving.
OMG I HAVE MISSED YOU.
Why do you not write more often??
No pressure or anything.
Can I pay you??
I have no money….,maybe in limericks???
Please for the love of all that is holy, WRITE MORE OFTEN.
I love you.
That is all.
Bless your heart. I’m going to try to write more but I can’t guarantee quality so prepare for disappointment. Also – OF COURSE you can pay me in limericks. That is my preferred currency.
Seriously, let’s pay her.
Penis noses and a sense of accomplishment. A good Halloween indeed!
Creepy baby! I’ve missed you so! Oh, and you, too, Amy….
Seriously, though. YOU’VE GOT TO STOP DISAPPEARING.
I know I am the flakiest blogger on the planet. If someone could just take my 3-year-old off my hands I would be so much more productive. I’ll try to do better. Because I miss you people.