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It was our daughter’s idea. She is the Party Coordinator in our family. It wasn't supposed to be big. Just a little get-together at our house
before they (they meaning our neighborhood kids) all go trick-or-treating as a group.
Sure. I said without thinking. These kids are in our house
practically every day. They know our
casual, no-fuss style. I’ll just make
some cupcakes and salsa for the chips to spiff it up a little. Make it more
festive.
I am not the one to stress out over stuff like this. Even
though her party idea was a bit spur-of-the-moment, I think it’s quite doable. A little impromptu celebration will make it more fun for all of us.
I am chopping tomatoes for the salsa when she comes home from school. About
four in the afternoon. The cupcakes are out of the oven and I feel pretty good
about myself. She examines the ‘party’ stuff piled up on the kitchen table:
This is great,
Mom. You really went all out.
All-out in our family is defined as a large black plastic tarantula, two bags
of chips, orange cake frosting and chocolate sprinkles.
Good thing that Mr. and Mrs. R are
bringing the monster cake… she continues... and Mrs. C will join us…
Mr. and Mrs. R?!!! I
am mortified. I didn’t realize any adults
would come for our ‘party’.
In a split second, my relaxed, happy-go-lucky self is
swallowed up by the real Halloween monsters.
The Ghost of Comparison.
The Goblin
of Impossible Expectations.
For both Mr. and Mrs. C and Mr. and Mrs. R, the parents of
our kids' friends are BIG on celebrating Halloween - decorations galore, perfect different costumes each year, not to
mention the artfully designed food too beautifully gory to eat - the works.
The sun has set, and it's the middle of the afternoon.
I am doomed.
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