Can I be honest? I haven't ever admitted this before (except on one of your blogs the other day) but, for the past few years I've been a bit of a bah humbug when it comes to Halloween. This year I couldn't even muster up the energy the put out our Halloween decorations. I think poor Madeleine feels kind of bad about that, too. She's getting gypped by my lack of enthusiasm. I did ask her a few weekends ago if she wanted to help me decorate. She declined and that was that. Now I feel a little guilty, but it's too late to do anything about it. Oh well.
For the record, when my kids were little and even before I had kids, I was totally into it. Choosing costumes, decorating the house, carving pumpkins, roasting pumpkin seeds, going door to door. Heck, Geoff and I used to fight over who got to take the girls treat or treating. (We ended up taking turns. One year he would take the girls and I would stay home and pass out candy and the next year we'd switch). I was always disappointed when it was my turn to stay home.
Of course my girls are too old to trick or treat now, but I find myself annoyed by this holiday. I'm not charmed by the cute little hobgoblins who come to my door anymore. Instead I'm aggravated that I have to keep getting up and answering the door - while keeping my crazy pug under control. I no longer take time picking out the "best" candy to pass out. Now it's just grab and go. And speaking of grabbing and going, when did it become customary for the darling little trick or treaters to reach into the candy bowl and grab giant handfuls of candy? That really annoys me. It seems so rude and well... grabby. I know I sound like a grumpy old lady and that bothers me. Because really I'm not a grumpy old lady most of the time. I think of myself as being fairly youthful really. So why does Halloween get under my skin?
I think I've figured it out. I felt the exact same way about other childhood traditions. Like those book orders that seemed to come home every other week from school. And not just one - the teachers would send home several from different companies. And how about those little valentine's that kids give out in elementary school. And volunteering in my kids' classrooms or at their school events. All of these things started out so fun and exciting - for my kids and for me. But after so many years, I just got tired of it. The bloom was off the rose, I guess. And it all felt like a chore. The charm was gone. And somehow Halloween fell into the same category. It all makes me feel a little bad. But I can't really help how I feel. So now you all know my dirty little secret. Underneath my cool and hip facade (quit laughing), I really am a grumpy old lady.
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