So I had a full day of work with three hours of office hours and then class, raced home, cut out and glued all pieces of the trunk-or-treat design, raced to the school, picked Klara up, took her out to dinner, brought her back to school, decorated the car while making sure that Klara didn’t wander off into the candy-dispensing crowd, then convinced her to leave the happy candy-dispensing place early because it was her bedtime, took apart the design, raced home, and finally put her to bed after two books and a long story about a zombie and a crocodile.
Now a question for everybody: which question is it not a good idea to ask me tonight?
More experienced parents brought other things than candy. One genius mom, for instance, brought bottles of water. Everybody loved her for it. Another mom brought bead necklaces and bracelets.
This is what I’ll do next time because one gets tired of all the candy.
Tomorrow we will be trick-or-treating, and on Wednesday there’ll be a parade and a school party.
The creepiest thing I have seen on any Halloween is the design one family created today.
They made an elaborate design that just drew you in, wanting to see it in more detail. Part of the design was a cage decorated with skeletons. And they put a severely disabled kid inside the cage. Which at first you don’t understand and think you are gaping at a doll or something. Because the kid is quadriplegic and not aware of the surroundings.
I understand that they want to include the kid, and that’s great. But I now feel horrible because I stood right in front of the cage and exclaimed, “Look, Klara, this is a really spooky monster!” Because I had no idea there was a kid inside. Again, I realize it’s not about me but I feel kind of horrible.
This is my design for our trunk and treat event. Some people went all out and created enormous and probably expensive designs. But I had $14 for everything including the candy. I’m very proud of my efforts.
So instead of cashiers checking out items, Sam’s Club wants to introduce a model where you scan each item with your phone as you pick it up and then pay with the phone, as well. Which will make it impossible to shop with kids because while your nose is stuck in your phone, your toddler is galloping across the maze-like store, making you freak out every five seconds that you won’t be able to locate her before she pitches a mega tantrum, tears into a pack of candy, or collapses a stack of doll houses on herself.
About the worst thing you can do while you shop at Sam’s is take your eyes off your kid for longer than a second. The other day I saw a mom of three, and every one of her kids sprinted in a different direction the moment they came in. The last thing she wanted to be doing was futz with her phone. I only shop with one kid but I need to train for it like a marathoner.
Thank you so much for coming up with a way to make my shopping even harder, Sam’s.
The author of the linked article frets that men’s names always appear before women’s on holiday cards and then details the process by which the cards are created:
Does a man appear in your head when reading any of the following tasks…
1/ Picking out and coordinating the color theme for the holiday cards.
2/ Calling and negotiating with a local photographer (must be done in September because they book up by October.)
3/ Finding a Saturday morning where the whole family is free and then driving the family to the beach / mountains / somewhere 20-30mins away from their house that is both scenic and rustic that was pre-determined by her and the photographer.
4/ Ironing said clothes for the chosen color scheme, including the dog bandana found on Etsy.
5/ Writing copy to include a politically correct, but mass-appeal joke so everyone knows their family is the “fun” one.
6/ Addressing every envelope in the calligraphy from that class they took four years ago before they had kids and realized that hobbies no longer had a place in their life.
7/ And finally…signing the cards.
And I’m like, God, I put less effort into writing an article for publication than these folks put in their Christmas cards. These people have much greater issues than whose name is signed first. And how old are they, anyway? You can do all this with an app that will even do calligraphy for you if you want. I have a friend who does the kind of thing outlined in the quote but she is almost 70 and her kids are all older than me. I don’t think she did any of it when her 5 kids were little.