Before I start this post, I need to preface it by making the reader aware of the following (because it will help me feel better about my crappy Halloween skills): My old head injury has been acting up for the last week and I'm doing pretty good just to be keeping my eyes open and functioning right now.
OK, now that that is out of the way and I feel all better, this is why I suck: Because I hate Halloween. Should you be allowed to have children if your views of Halloween are such as mine? I don't know. But that's how I feel and I do have four children.
Last night we had a Halloween party at our church. Steve and I showed up with Aubrey (not in a costume) and Addy (in her soccer uniform dressed as well, duh, a soccer player). And Steve and I were in our normal street clothes (thankfully I did have the decency to change out of my stretchy pants that I had been wearing all day, as I was running errands all around town no less.) My friend took one look at me and said, "Nice costume. What are you supposed to be?" I looked at Steve and I looked at myself and replied, "What are we? We are lucky just to be here right now."
We got home last night. It was late. I really thought I was going to have to take a trip to the ER (you thought I was making the head injury thing up, did you?). I shouted off a list to the kids of things to do as I was climbing in my bed (the place I had wanted to be all day long)- "TAKE A SHOWER! BRUSH YOUR TEETH! SAY YOUR PRAYERS! PICK OUT A COSTUME TO WEAR TO SCHOOL TOMORROW! (I brought out our huge costume box on Monday) PICK OUT AN OUTFIT TO WEAR TO SCHOOL AFTER THE PARADE! GO TO BED! I LOVE YOU!"
I don't think they got the fact that when I said pick out a costume and regular clothes, this was not something I wanted them to do mentally. Like I really wanted them to physically have these things out and ready to go in the morning. My morning was a little more hectic because after getting Zac up and making 5 lunches and take Zac to the bus stop I came home to wake the girls up. And instead of having time to help them get ready and then driving them to school in my PJ's, I had to take a shower and get myself ready because I had to go into the school and watch the blessed parade.
I get outta the shower and Addy doesn't have her costume on. Nor does she have one picked out- mentally or physically. Tonight she wants to be a Zombie and carry around Emily's scary baby doll like Emily did last year. I have this profound belief that I should not have to put a huge amount of effort into dressing up my child unless it is actually Halloween and we are actually going trick or treating. I fully intend on going full blown Zombie on Addy tonight. But tonight was not this morning and tonight we will not be having to leave for school in 20 minutes. I explained to her that if she just went to school carrying around scary baby without all her Zombie makeup on, no one was going to know what she was. I then proceeded to list off 5 different things she could be and told her she better hurry and decide because we had to be in the van in 10 minutes and she still didn't have her change of clothes, she hadn't brushed her teeth and I didn't know for sure, but because I've been her mom for almost seven years now I could almost certainly say she doesn't know where her shoes are!
Out of my list of 5 possible costumes that require little or no effort, she chose princess. So she went up to the playroom to the dress up box (different from the Halloween costume box) and drug out her Cinderella dress. I didn't have much time to focus on anything else but getting kids in the vehicle at that point. We got to school, the kids got in- hopefully before the tardy bell rang. And I found a parking space and proceeded to put my makeup on before I went in for the parade.
I made it inside the school and found a place to sit and got all ready for the parade. The kids started coming in and that's when I started feeling like a pretty crappy mom. I'm looking at all these kids in these costumes, some of them that I'm sure cost $100 and probably took 100 minutes to apply to the child. That's when I started regretting my 3 minute costume efforts earlier that morning. It was made all better when after the parade, I went to Addy's classroom to take a picture of her class all dressed up. She was standing on the back row and all I could see at that time were her beautiful blue eyes and her smile. One of the kids in her class took her picture with her teacher. I could tell Addy wanted her picture taken with her teacher too. So I asked her teacher if Addy could take a picture with her. She obliged. And that's when I noticed....
As if to add insult to injury, that's when I noticed that that Cinderella dress was absolutely filthy. Not just a little dirty. But filthy. It has food all down the front of it. It looks like it has been worn outside a few too many times. My kids mom SUCKS! Thank goodness it was time to change clothes!
Thankfully you can't tell the condition of the dress from the picture. Just focus on the cute girl inside the dress. Hopefully she won't read this post until she is much older and has ironed out all her mother issues. Hopefully she will never know that her mother sent her to school in a filthy Cinderella dress for Halloween. Hopefully her brother and sisters won't read this to her (Zac, Emily, Aubrey- I'm talkin' to you!) like they did the post about the time when I couldn't remember her Birthday.
And now I'm off. Back up to the school for class parties! Wish me luck!