Tuesday, November 1, 2011
The morning after
Last night was Halloween. As my two kids hustled about the house helping with decorations and party preparations, I attempted to carve at least one pumpkin before the guests arrived. Erica, my youngest and mega-socialite, has planned her first Halloween Party, appropriately titled, "Haunted Halloweenie Roast". Her menu consisted of Mummy Dogs, Worms in the Grass and Halloween punch. She planned everything, keeping her recipes and ideas neatly organized in her "Halloween Planner" notebook. She gets the OCD from her mother. All the details were looked after. There was a "Spell Book" that opened with prizes for her friends, goodie bags, candy apples, decorative plates and napkins, and of course LOTS of candy for trick-or-treaters.
Erica began her planning process in July. She loves holidays; especially Halloween. I waited until August to order her costume which was a Prom Queen Zombie. She found a gruesome tutorial on youtube.com on zombiefying your face. After we spent an hour and a half plastering and painting, she was ready. Garrett, my oldest, with his quick wit and distorted humor, decided he wanted to be a Denim Ninja Taco. It was quite entertaining.
In the front yard, a family of ghosts moved in the wind, dancing to the light of the moon that appeared in the sky. Organ music and thunderstorms played from the speakers positioned on the porch window. Candles were lit and decorations perfectly placed; all awaiting the arrival of our spooky guests.
Kids began pouring in as my pumpkin still sat on the patio table with half of a witch's face carved in it. One Mom asked me what I was dressing up as and I appropriately said "a tired Mom with BO". Of course there had been no time to shower that day. Between awaking at 6:30 to get lunches ready and kids off to school, I made witches brooms (a snack for Erica's party at school), then headed to run hours worth of errands. After seeing the disappointment in Erica's eyes when her mother actually wasn't dressing up, I quickly pulled together a costume channeling 1985 and off we went into the chill of the night.
Today, I sit on the sofa with nothing to do (ha ha) enjoying the quiet of the day while the kids are at school. The only noises I hear are the tapping of the keys and the snoring of Molly, our 7-year-old Corgi, laying next to me. It's blissful for a moment, then I realize the laundry list of things that need to get done. Some days I wish bliss could overcome guilt and I could just nap all day. Wow. I can't even imagine the thought.
Erica began her planning process in July. She loves holidays; especially Halloween. I waited until August to order her costume which was a Prom Queen Zombie. She found a gruesome tutorial on youtube.com on zombiefying your face. After we spent an hour and a half plastering and painting, she was ready. Garrett, my oldest, with his quick wit and distorted humor, decided he wanted to be a Denim Ninja Taco. It was quite entertaining.
In the front yard, a family of ghosts moved in the wind, dancing to the light of the moon that appeared in the sky. Organ music and thunderstorms played from the speakers positioned on the porch window. Candles were lit and decorations perfectly placed; all awaiting the arrival of our spooky guests.
Kids began pouring in as my pumpkin still sat on the patio table with half of a witch's face carved in it. One Mom asked me what I was dressing up as and I appropriately said "a tired Mom with BO". Of course there had been no time to shower that day. Between awaking at 6:30 to get lunches ready and kids off to school, I made witches brooms (a snack for Erica's party at school), then headed to run hours worth of errands. After seeing the disappointment in Erica's eyes when her mother actually wasn't dressing up, I quickly pulled together a costume channeling 1985 and off we went into the chill of the night.
Today, I sit on the sofa with nothing to do (ha ha) enjoying the quiet of the day while the kids are at school. The only noises I hear are the tapping of the keys and the snoring of Molly, our 7-year-old Corgi, laying next to me. It's blissful for a moment, then I realize the laundry list of things that need to get done. Some days I wish bliss could overcome guilt and I could just nap all day. Wow. I can't even imagine the thought.
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