It all started with the pumpkin carving. I have carved pumpkins in the past, but I think I had forgotten how much work it can be and I was supposed to be carving two pumpkins. I guess that's what I get for asking my 3 year old if he wanted to paint them or carve them.
I picked the biggest knife I had to cut the top off and let me tell you, that was a bad choice. I thought for sure I was going to end up cutting my arm off or at least a finger. I got my knife stuck in the pumpkin multiple times.
Cleaning the goop out took equal amount of time and effort. My son decided he wasn't going to help after one attempted scoop while my daughter reveled in the seeds and insides. About halfway through this process when we quit Skype-ing with my husband, the kids decided they were done and went about destroying my house while I continued carving our jack o' lantern.
By the time I finally had all the insides cleaned out, I was sweating and my hand/arm hurt. I got out the little saw from the pumpkin carving kit and went at the pumpkin with no specific plans. Here were my son's demands:
- 9 eyes
-2 noses
-1 mouth
-9 teeth
That most definitely didn't happen as my son overestimates my pumpkin carving ability. I was able to accomplish something, but bent the saw in the process.
All in all, I think the whole process took a good two hours. However, the result was ok.
Now onto Halloween itself, worst idea ever! Two kids, cold and wind, walking. Need I say more? We were ok until about a half hour in and then my daughter decided she was done in the stroller so I had the pleasure of holding her, one hand pushing the stroller, and corralling my son among the throngs of kids and parents. The decision was made that we were done so we turned around to walk back home and my son exclaims that he is too cold to walk home. Now I have two crying kids (and I mean really crying), a stroller, and about 6 blocks to walk. Embarrassing is not even the correct word to describe this scene.
Later after everything settled down, I thought of last year's Halloween and I realized I hated last year's too. I had to go to work early and help take our kids trick or treating. That entailed walking to the place we were trick or treating, taking them all around to get their goodies, walking back, helping getting all of the kids out of their costumes and then doing my shift. Then I got to go home and do the same thing over again. I was pregnant at the time. When all was said and done, I was so sore and felt physically ill from the fatigue.
So there you have it! I hate Halloween and I have vowed to never take my children trick or treating by myself again. Not-going-to-happen!
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