It’s that time of year again! The costumes, the candy, the decorations, and the spooky houses, it’s Halloween.
Last year, hubby and I took our daughter out trick-or-treating for the last time. She dressed as ‘Mal’, her favorite character from Descendants, and my dad drove us around our neighborhood. We rode the tailgate from house to house. Mum went along too, riding passenger. We were also bombarded by a couple of younger trick-or-treaters just as we were leaving to take our daughter out. Luckily, there were only two of them and we just happened to have four mini Three Musketeers left from my husband’s emergency sugar stash. Problem solved.
I remember when I was a little girl and my parents took me and my little sister trick-or-treating. One year I dressed up as a truck driver. It was my mother’s idea. I wore a t-shirt and an old pair of jeans, a hat and a pair of sunglasses. We walked to every house on our street that had their porch light lit.
This year we’re doing something a little different. I wanted to have a Halloween party, but that gets expensive, so we’re going to hand out candy instead. We’re still going to tailgate, but we’re tailgating from home.
Unfortunately, our evening didn’t conclude as I’d planned. Our daughter decided she didn’t want to finish her homework and because she didn’t want to finish her homework, I had to give her a choice, either finish her school work, or there would be no Halloween. She chose to mouth off at me. Needless to say, the closest she got to celebrating Halloween this year was painting her pumpkin while I painted a pumpkin for the house and we filled leaf bags decorated with Jack-O-lantern faces.
It broke my heart to take Halloween away from her, but the saying is true, “This’ll hurt me more than it hurts you.”
Here’s to hoping next Halloween isn’t so dramatic.