When you live in a megatropolis like Northern Virginia, the thing one must remember is that on major events everyone leaves early and rush hour takes just as long.  Yesterday I headed out at 4:30, basically abandoning my coworkers - all grown or nor children - and began my trek home.  Two and a fucking half hour later I finally got home.  Being the every so kind Mom, I called hubby at six and said get them fed, get them dressed, take pictures and I'll call you soon.  At 6:30 I called back and said put the bowl of candy on the doorstep and head on out, I'll see you when I see you.

 

I got home, threw up, and changed into some comfy clothes ready to greet any stragglers that may still be around.  The kids were still not back and I was more than a little irritated, hello, it's cold, our son was out sick today, how long do you plan to be???  Finally they came back, brimming with candy and thrilled at such a great night. Little prince was wore out, took a shower and immediately feel asleep, pumpkin full of candy in his bed.  Little Miss spent an hour spinning around in her Cinderella costume carrying a pillow with her sneaker on it asking us to try on her glass slipper.  All I can say is I pity that poor girls future boyfriends, she has a major Cinderella complex and expects nothing less than the royal treatment.  Still, there is something magical about watching her, lost in her own imagination, spinning around and dancing as if Prince Charming has met her at the ball.

 

I ran out of gas soon after that because the stress of that commute just about did me in.  My stomach was rolling, I chocked down a peanut butter sandwich, two kit kats and was ready to call it a night.  Hubby was looking for the action and I just laughed - uh, unless you plan to clean up the vomit in the bed, there will be no motion tonight babe.

 

So today, I wake up, clear headed and feeling oh so guilty about missing most of Halloween.  I know they didn't care, they got candy, and I was there to great them when they knocked on the door.  Feeling a little morose, I decided to look through the pictures and also try to get some sent to family before I headed out for the day.  Turn on the camera and start flipping through, Little Prince, Little Miss, Prince and Miss.......  That's it.  THREE.  Three taken inside our house.  Any on the spooky porch  - nope?  Any with the carved pumpkins - nope?  Any of them holding their candy-filled pumpkins - nope.  Ok, maybe I'm a little crazy with the camera, but three, THREE?  ARRGGGGGHHHH

 

Hubby made the mistake of coming to stand over my shoulder at that moment - "don't they look good?".  Well all the frustration from the traffic, guilt of missing it and pregnancy boiled into one big reaction.  Uh, I wouldn't know there are only three fucking pictures here.  We've been doing this for six years, you don't know the routine yet - what about outside with the pumpkins?  What about the spooky porch, why only three?  I was hoping to have a few more to admire?  No super hero human torch pose?  No Cinderella pose?  THREEEEE?????  Ok, only the dog could hear that last part my voice was so shrill.  And maybe it was a little bit of an over reaction, he did have to put up with them waiting for me, but come one people, we've been doing this for six fucking years.  There are required poses.  How about at christmas we take pictures of them standing against the wall and not in front of the the tree?  Geez.

 

Thankfully hubby and I always say I love you before we leave the house - it went something like this.  Sorry they weren't good enough for you.  Well they fucking weren't, its bad enough I have to sit in fucking traffic for two and half god damn hours and I'm pissed I wasn't home, but I would think by now you'd know how to take some fucking pictures.  Well the batteries were dying.  Well that's the lamest fucking excuse I've heard. You had time to get some more god damn batteries.  I've got to go.  I.love.you.  Yeah me to.  Say it.  I love you.  I love you to.  Goodbye.  Goodbye.

 

Happy Halloween - can't wait for thanksgiving.

 

OH and if you give me shit about a christmas themed blog before thanksgiving - fuck off - target had light up reindeer out last week.  And if target can do it, so can I.