I won’t be heading to what looks like an incredibly fun Halloween party, with super interesting attendees. I just finished a really long week at work & spent the time I had planned putting together a costume for the evening, since I’m really unprepared this year, searching for Big E’s crown. Since the sound of her dissatisfied screams were so distracting, it took me an hour. Little L also was missing her pumpkin top, so total chaos.
So after a 5 mile trick or treat walk, thank you nyc for giving my daughter the endurance of a thoroughbred, the girls still aren’t tired….but I’m spent. I also have a windburn a sailor would be proud of.
Isn’t it ironic that this is the time I used to start putting on my pirate costume & makeup, & now I’m crying that I can’t go out. What a cruel trick Halloween, cruel trick.