Which says nothing about all about the minutes sucked away by my actual job, which would be the one that provides the money that the children require. Lately, there is always a stack of papers that need to be read or tests that need to be graded or lecture notes that need to be arranged. While I love what I do — both with job and kids — there isn’t a whole lot of time left over to do more than that, like, say, actually decorate the house for Halloween.
The costumes fell into place this year, however. I can’t take any credit for this win. The kids have finally figured out that they are on their own for costuming ideas because both their father and I continuously fail to notice how Halloween has snuck up on us, despite the fact that it happens at the same time every dang year.
The Tween simply informed me what she planned to be, which was an undead fairy, and that her costume would require black lipstick and a trip to Claire’s in the Mall. All I needed to do was to pay for what she needed. I agreed, secure in the knowledge that $20 was a small price to pay to avoid our yearly frenzy on the night before Oct. 31 when we would scour the kids’ closets for something costume-y to throw on them.
The downside to missing that annual event is that those closets desperately need a good tossing. I remain convinced that Hoffa is beneath one of the layers of kid filth.
The Boy’s costume was even easier. He’s a huge fan of Minecraft, a computer game. While I’m usually appalled by the amount of time he spends playing it, it does make him easy to buy for. With one trip to Office Max for a cardboard box and some tape, plus a template already made by some random guy online, the Boy was transformed into Steve, the main character in the game.