I just don't even understand the concept of every other day of the year we don't take candy from anyone but today, go ahead and go to a stranger's house and ask for some.
I liked seeing my kids in their costumes but I hate wasting so much money on them when we need to pay a mortgage and buy groceries. Ditto with the candy. I like children, really I do, I am a teacher for goodness sake, but candy is expensive and to have enough for our neighbors PLUS the rest of our 20,000+ town that trucks in because we have a gate and they think that equals rich and better candy, we eat leftovers and beans for a couple of weeks.
I don't have a problem giving to teenagers if they are in a halfway decent costume (I don't want to see a fifteen year old girl's boobs, butt, and abs) but if you drive here in your convertible and get out with your five o'clock shadow in the clothes you wore to school, nope. If you can buy gas money, you can buy candy.
The same goes for the parents with the still red baby that just exited the womb with no other children holding out a Target plastic bag and telling me trick-or-treat. No way. Come back next year.
They are calling for rain, like hail and wind and possible tornadoes this evening and our town FB page is LOSING. THEIR. MIND. Some man just actually posted that he was taking his kids out even if it floods (which it now tends to do a lot now that our sewer system is clogged with Harvey waste) and we BETTER be out there handing out the GOOD CANDY or he was going to vandalize our homes. I thought he was joking but I read through the comments, he seems pretty serious.
Adam's football team is playing for the district championship tonight. There were parents who actually wanted to forfeit because they didn't want their TEENAGERS to miss trick-or-treat. WTH? This is actually a big middle school deal because we missed most of last season due to the hurricane and before that they were a losing team. They are undefeated and first in the district. Trick-or-treat trumps that?
All my life I thought I'd be the perfect mother. I even majored in it. I aced all the child development classes I took toward my degree in, wait for it, Early Childhood Development and Elementary Education.
And then they were born. First Jacob, who is 8, then Adam, who is 4, and our biggest surprise, Elizabeth who is 2.
As much as I really wanted to be, I am finding out I am no June Cleaver. For starters, The Beav never had a baby sister.