This week is always hectic, with Bang's birthday the day before Halloween. The midweek 'holiday' poses additional time challenges, with treats needed for school, potluck contributions needed for work, pumpkin carving ('cause in Texas, even in October, it is too warm to carve them early), and then homework, dinner and trick or treating before school night bedtime.
I have been slammed, as I unexpectedly started working full time last week. One of those too good to pass up opportunities that fell into my lap right as I was finishing up the paperwork to shut down the non-profit foundation that I have been working for these past six years. Mr. H and I are still working out the kinks of both of us working. For example, Mr. H often works from home, on admin heavy days. Tuesday was one of those days. Bang's birthday, Scouts night for two kids, and I had a 6:30 pm meeting. He found time to run some errands, and found time to work out, but it never occurred to him to maybe give some thought to what we were going to do for dinner. "Was I supposed to do that?" *blink* *blink*. Gee, when I was home each day, that was my default responsibility...
Since no one trick-or-treats in our neighborhood, we go to a little subdivision in our town. In fact, we used to live there, so we know many of the folks and like to walk around seeing how much things have changed and wonder how in the world we were ever happy living there.
Halloween has changed a bit for us, with two kids that have outgrown trick-or-treating (though Boom seems to have come full circle and was headed to a college costume party last night - a school night, mind you). The younger two must have gotten plenty of sugar at class parties, as they never batted an eye at skipping two whole streets in the subdivision, happy with a reasonable haul of candy and ready to depart in under an hour. Woohoo!
The best comment of the evening originated from Bang, who came along for the walk. A neighboring church had set up a little table to hand out candy (and Bible tracts) to the kids. Their youth minister fancies himself a ventriloquist. He creeps me the hell out. He and his puppet talked to the kids as his wife put the items in their bucket. After we had walked out of ear shot, Bang said, "Well, he's certainly no Jeff Dunham."
In near perfect unison, Crash and The Princess replied, "I keell you."