I have decided that I hate Halloween. Does that make me un-American? Do you hate me now for saying that?
The main reason for my contempt is Luke's Halloween costume. Why I ever thought that making a homemade costume was a good idea is beyond me. What was I thinking? I should have just told him no and gone down to the store and picked out whatever was on clearance.
This is a picture from last week right after Erik cut the box for Luke's robot costume. I painted the box silver today and tonight I will be gluing on robot parts and lights. My only consolation is that it will be somewhat dark while he is wearing it. Last night at the Dollar Tree I found robot hands and a hat. I was really tempted to buy their robot costume. It looks cheap, but I don't care anymore.
What has happened to me? When did I become such a grump about this holiday? I don't like things that bring out my inferiority as a homemaker. I do not bake cute spider cakes or intentionally decorate my house with fake cobwebs (we have enough real ones already). I feel like too many things associated with Halloween are to impress other parents. Kids do not care if a cake is perfectly decorated to look like a pumpkin or if their costumes come from the Pottery Barn. I just need to make it till Friday when we will go to Disneyland and then the day after that will be Halloween and then it will be all over.
Speaking of Halloween, I would also like to clarify something. This is a pumpkin patch -
Notice how Luke picked this pumpkin up with stuff attached to it?
Those places in the middle of cities with pumpkins neatly laid in a row on the cement that I keep seeing on your blogs are not pumpkin patches. Sorry, I just had to say something. It's driving me nuts!