Raise your hands if your house is in a mad-scramble around 4:30 PM on Halloween night? Holy crap, it feels insane. Over here, I had one child begging to put her costume on and sit in the make-up chair from three o’clock, and the other one, halfway sullen about the idea of having to get dressed up. Again.
OOOOW, and NO, I don’t want to wear that, and can I open these chocolates now? as well as last minute decorations, carving stuff, and trying to stave off the too-early trick-or-treaters coming to our door (Seriously? 4:30 PM?!) and trying to get some kind of dinner into my kids’ bellies before the onslaught of sugarcandysugarchocolatesugarsugarsugarforever… Halloween is hard when you don’t have another parent home to help pull it all together. (Martin’s a busy guy these days.)