Well it stopped raining around 16:20 and we were out the door running at exactly 17:00....we were greeted,in the first half hour by " You are our first trick or treaters",well a french version anyways.
Wow the first? hmmmmmm,as it stood ,there were very few people who braved the hurricane force winds,and mountains of wet leaves,the slippery stairs and the major drop in temperature.......but we did,we are the family who are first ,and keep on truckin to the last minute.....well maybe not
About a half hour in,when Mimi's boots were soaked,and my son had already filled up a third of his bag and was eyeing his loot longingly,a half hour in when I would have fell on my knees and started to worship if I found a porta-potty on the corner of the street, imagining the looks of neighbors as I squatted to pee in the bushes,the taunting poor Moe would get forever known as the kid whose mother pees in bushes,we turned around and went back to our house. I went to the washroom,changed Mimi's socks and boots took off her wet jeans and put on a pair of PJ's over the cutest long john's,ones I found on sale (insert squeal here),pink with little brown squirrels and acorns........off subject off subject all to say she was now warm and dry and ready,so was I ,passing on any form of hydration....and there was Moe sitting next to his grandmother on the couch shoes already off and the top to his costume ( Mummy, it was suppose to be a skeleton,but on Friday the skeleton costume got ripped ,apparently while it was in it's bag,maybe it was a ghost...that's his story and he's sticking to it) his grandmother who would have come if it had not turned into an obstacle course of slippery leaves and trying to avoid ass connecting with pavement or worse sound of cracking hip,and sirens,I want her memories of Canada to be fond ones,or at least ones that include no bodily harm,so she stayed at home and watched grandson perform the North American tradition of pigging out on halloween candy,becoming wired and silly then passing out into a sugar coma.
Off we went my daughter and I, she was dressed yet once again this year as a princess,and BTW so were many other little gilrls,a coven of pink and sparkly dresses with tiara and shiny gloves, and then the mommy add ons the ones she was not to happy about,the glowsticks everywhere and the pumpkin necklace lit up as if to herald the arrival of my daughter,the one that can be seen from outer space, and then the final insult the one she talked about a lot,the accusations, the complaining, that made me wanna sit on the corner and start crying while foraging through her bag of goodies,body rocking back and forth back and forth,the one that made me wanna scream at her on the sidewalk " If you don't stop complaing we're going home asap",but instead was limited to the look,I dared to put on her coat under the costume......how dare I,how dare I ruin the line of the dress, now she looked stuffed ,like a shiny pink sausage,except I always imagine sausages smiling and she wasn't she was pissed,I commited the mommy sin of being practical,of thinking ahead of preparing,I was officially a Mom and sometimes in a daughters eyes that is so not cool ,I mean that I was so far from being cool as to be like major annoying.
About an hour in her bag started to get heavy,the bag she was holding on so tightly to,that I checked regularily to make sure she still had color in her fingers,the bag she eyed like a lion eyeing it's prey ,the bag I suggested she let me carry as a way to help her maneover herself and the dress only to be shot down " I can do it myself Mom", she said rolling her eyes I mean how dare I even offer help? hmmmm I suspect that when hallowen comes my daughter becomes possessed by the scariest of beings the one known as "The Biligerant Child",the possession lasts for 4 hrs max or until the elements or fatigue kick in,in this case a combo of both bc as warm as it was when we left at 17:00 the temperature fell 11 degrees,and add to that winds that saw papers flying through the air and me eyeing for falling branches and not shooting stars as Mimi thought,kicked in with fatigue and she actually admitted that the coat was a good idea and then said I should have brought mittens too,and could I hold her bag,and I did but not before pulling some mittens out of my knapsack .The admiration and appreciation that shone out of thoses eyes was enough for me to bite my tongue and refrain from saying " Told ya so" I didn't need to, the possession was over,her bag was "plein a craque" and it was time to go home.
Later in the evening when they were both asleep I nipped in to cover them up only to find that a glow stick had broken somehow and the comforter was glowing it was beautiful and magical and OMG is it poisinous,did they drink any holy shit maybe I should wake them up are they breathing ,quick poison control center quick wiki the ingredients........after a couple of deep breaths I looked at their mouths nothing,found the glow stick in question,very little was gone,calmed down I mean OMG calm down woman.
By then I was suppose to get ready for a party a party where I was to dress up,a party where there would be actual strangers,a party where I would be encourged to circulate and drink punch,a party I just couldn't bring myself to go to,so instead I had a bubble bath,popped some popcorn the old fashion way...sorta ,Jiffy Pop and the miracle that is the aluminum dome I still find it amazing when it does that,stacked some pillows up,wrapped myself in my new comforter and fresh clean sheets and watched bits of all the horror films that were on, it felt nice and fresh and homey,it's what I need right now, it is so what I need right now
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