We failed at Halloween this year.
Like...not a thing happened except Sister wore a black t-shirt with a glittery pumpkin face on it to daycare that day. Das it. I even failed at timely publishing a blog post about how we failed at Halloween. At least the kids got some candy at daycare...which got put in a bowl in our kitchen for Trent and I to eat gradually...
I intended to do something for costumes. But then the social worker said their mom wanted to bring them costumes to their visit that week. Then she didn't. Then the whole CPS case took a turn for the crazy and Trent and I found ourselves scrambling to take care of some stuff the rest of that week. Friday morning rolled around and there were no costumes to wear to daycare. Friday evening rolled around and there was no trick or treating. The porch light was off because there was no candy to be had at the front door of the Futral house. I even kept the blinds closed and the living room light off, just to make sure trick or treaters did not misconstrue the state of our party pooper home and get their hopes up.
Trent even had grand hopes of reviving his pumpkin cannon from a few years ago but turn it into a candy cannon that would shoot candy from the backyard over the house into the front yard, as in "Trick or treat!"..."Hi! Backup. Further. Ok, that's good, hold still." ...BOOM! Candy rain.
So, am I sad about our Halloween FAIL? Maybe a little. Am I worried about it? Nah. Considering the fact that our kids are tiny and don't even know what Halloween is, as well as the fact that Halloween has never been a big deal to me, as in, I carved my first ever pumpkin my junior year of college...
...I'm not losing sleep over losing a Halloween.
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