You wanna know a secret?
I hate Halloween.
I do. I know it's rotten, but I do.
On Halloween morning, getting three kids into costumes, pulling together party snacks and getting them out the door in one piece and happy is impossible. Some child always melts down on me about something not being right.
I love tears at 8 am. Not.
Then there's the candy and junk they bring home. What the heck am I supposed to do with all that
crap junk? It just sets me up to be 'evil Mom' as I try and control the gorging of it. Did dentists invent this holiday?
I love Christmas, it's more spread out and I can handle it and even though there's a ton more to do, I find Christmas manageable. Halloween is just condensed stress.
Is there a Halloween Grinch? That's my costume for next year.