Happy Halloween, ya'll!
(No, I'm not Southern, but I was born in Texas, does that count?)
We've been pretty busy this holiday weekend, which as you can imagine doesn't leave much time for housework. Darn. Friday afternoon was my cool kid's kindergarten Fall Festival. Two bus loads of children spilled out onto the grounds of his teacher's home to take part in hayrides, nature walks, cookie decorating and pumpkin weighing. As fun as that may sound for the kids, it was mild torture for me. I was put in charge of the Singing Station, which entailed singing three earworm songs repeatedly for the duration of the event. The singing part wasn't all that bad, except that my voice went hoarse halfway through. The really bad -no, humiliating - part was that I had to Tootie-Ta at least a thousand times in front of people I know! You say you don't know what the Tootie Ta is? Watch this, and then imagine yourself doing this dance repeatedly around people you know and respect.
Friday night Super Hubby and I took our cool kid to Hallelujah Night at a local church. That place, complete with carnival games and bouncy houses, was insane! There must have been at least 300 frazzled parents with several over-stimulated kids in tow all crammed into one line for a free hot dog. What's worse is that several mothers (and a few kindergartners) stopped me, sang a few lines of the Tootie Ta, and ran away laughing. The question is, were they laughing at me or with me? Regardless, the best part of the night was when Cool Kid got his face painted. The woman doing the designs took one look at him and said "I've got just the thing for you!" Check out her awesome artwork (and Cook Kid's cute face):
Saturday was filled with obligatory visits to the grandparents and trick-or-treating with friends. I just love trick-or-treat night. I have many fond memories of running around my neighborhood as a kid, costumed as a Barbie bride, green-faced witch, or PeeWee Herman begging for candy from strangers. I am so thankful my cool kid gets the same opportunity each year, just watch out for that creepy guy sitting on the porch swing, darling.
Horrible Housewife Confession: the only shred of housework I did this weekend was to finally clear those cobwebs from the corners of my living room. Cobwebs still remain in every other room of the house. I guess I could have left them up one more day as Halloween decorations...