I am so not a fan of Halloween. I think trick-or-treating is weird. I'm not all that into candy. I don't see the need to pay someone to scare me. I don't like dressing up, and I don't like trying to help the girls come up with costumes. Even as a kid, it was never a favorite holiday.
Of course, my first-born had to be born on this day. She loves it, and Riley loves it. When it comes to Halloween, they're normal, despite me.
For years, I've swallowed my discomfort, I've put on a happy face (though not a costume), and have taken the girls trick-or-treating. I'm so ready to retire.
I was hoping that with both girls out of elementary school, they would also be done with trick-or-treating. Nope, both still want to go.
I know, this is supposed to be one of those cherished memories. I prefer remembering the trips to Disneyland, the family dinners, the laughter. I mean, not every moment of childhood can be cherished! If everything's worth remembering, then nothing's special.
The girls want to plan their costumes and what we'll do. I just want it to be November already.
What does one call a Scrooge for Halloween? Whatever it is, that's me.