I had a fabulous weekend away with my two BFFs from college, April and Renee. We went to Nashville, the city of music, but for all I cared we could have been in any town in any hotel in America and I would have still had a great time. I was with my two friends who know me better than just about anybody, barring my amazing hubby, who I can be silly and inappropriate and truthful and extremely direct with and they will love me all the same. We ate and drank and danced and shopped, the only thing we didn't do enough was sleep because those two are like robots, and I came home completely refreshed and ready to take on Halloween.
I kind of over committed myself this week in promising to make snacks for both Amanda and Sarah's Halloween parties at their respective schools. I wanted to try to make mummy cookies because a) I love to bake and b) they sounded really cool and I had never made them before. I spaced it out so I didn't do it all in one day, but it was still time consuming. I made the dough on Monday night so I could refrigerate it overnight. I always forget that you have to chill the dough and it always messes up my plans because I don't factor that in. This time I remembered. Tuesday I rolled out the dough, cut the cookies and baked them. Wednesday, and thankfully my sweet neighbor Brittan came over the help, I frosted the cookies. It was seriously a three day job! As if that wasn't enough, I also baked two batches of chocolate chip cookies for the teachers and neighbors on Tuesday and Charlie helped me make pumpkin rice krispie treats on Wednesday night.
Today I went to three school Halloween parties. Andy and Sarah's were at the same time so I jumped back and forth between those and Amanda's was later in the afternoon. I was exhausted before the trick-or-treating even began. Around 5:30 I started getting the kids ready in their costumes and over cooked our annual pumpkin shaped pizza from Papa Murphy's take and bake. It was still good, but man was I mad.
It was right about that time that I realized I don't really like Halloween. I like the idea of Halloween, and the days and anticipation leading up to it, but I don't like the actual day. It's too crazy and stressful and hurried and, this year, cold. I took the kids out last year so this year it was Charlie's turn and I was just going to stay home and hand out candy, but Andy's plans to go alone with a friend fell through and he wanted to go with me and not Charlie and the girls. So instead of sitting by the fire at home I was freezing my tushie off outside.
When we were finally all home the kids counted out the 30 pieces of candy that they get to keep and I gave them each a present in trade for the rest of their candy. We've been doing this every year since Andy was little and we've only had two instances where someone did not like or appreciate their gift. Tonight was one of those nights. Amanda and Sarah each got a stuffed dog and Amanda was not happy with hers. So, in amazing selfless fashion Sarah traded dogs with Amanda so she could have the one she wanted. But then she was still not happy because she wanted her and Sarah to have the same dog and for them to be twins. I tried to explain that they were twins, they were just fraternal twins instead of identical twins, but that didn't fly. Really she was just tired and overwhelmed from the day and will hopefully be over it tomorrow. She did go to bed with her dog and name it Reeces after the neighbors cute little dog.
So, we survived another Halloween, like it or not, and only have a few more weeks until Thanksgiving and then Christmas. I can do it, really I can.
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