I was walking out of work today and had a completely random conversation with a stranger--after some wee trick-or-treaters passed in front of us--about how Halloween seems to be a week-long thing these days. It was a cheerful observation on her part, not a criticism, so I smiled back and said I had noticed, too. I told her that I had purposely scheduled one night of chill over the weekend to (hopefully) avoid the otherwise inevitable little kid meltdown, but otherwise I planned to enjoy it. She reminisced that her kids were too old for meltdowns now--but she could remember the days--and then we both went our separate ways.
The sugar crash and weird sleep is rough, it's true, but I still love Halloween. In fact, I think I like it more as a mom than I did as a child.
Little Miss keeps asking me what I'm going to be this year, and I keep telling her truthfully that all I need to have a happy Halloween is to watch her and the Kid put on costumes and have fun. It's the one big holiday where I'm perfectly content just to pour into them. (Don't take that the wrong way. I still steal some of their candy, of course. Because mom tax.)
On the costume front, Little Miss let me make her costume this year. Characteristic of who she is right now, she was crazy stubborn about her idea right from the start. She wanted to be "a pink and purple butterfly" and nothing was talking her out of it. (Not that there was much reason to.)
The Kid had his heart set on being "the dinosaur version of Optimus Prime", which had Sweet Husband and I scratching our heads a bit. (Mostly Sweet Husband, as I quickly called dibs on the job of making butterfly wings and was going to leave transformer robot to him.)
But then a catalog full of Star Wars costumes came in the mail and the Kid saw Boba Fett and it was all over. I don't think it had occurred to him before that we could buy a costume at the store, and now that he knows I fear my days of homemade costumes are over. (Not that I really mind. I get a kick out of coming up with themed photo shoot locales, but I don't have a deep need to sew anything.)
With costumes in tow, we're all ready to kick off our celebrations tomorrow. Class parties, haunted hikes, a small pumpkin carving party, a night of spooky movies--let the wild Halloween rumpus start!