It’s the morning after Halloween, and I have discovered something about myself: I have no willpower over cheesies. Right now I have orange powder on all my fingers and orangey goo between my teeth. If this were an episode of CSI, they could just skip all that lab stuff and go straight to the part where someone is looking down their nose at me with a superior tut-tut.
Sorry kids, you’re just going to have to make do with the mountains of chips around here instead.
On Saturday there was an unexpected and unusual snowfall. I did lots of Managing of Expectations and told the kids it wouldn’t stay on the ground, but Mother Nature screwed me over and by late afternoon there was a good four inches on the ground. The kids could not wait to get outside and roll around in it, throw it at each other, and shove it down each others’ shirts. They came inside wet, cold, and with eyes shining with joy. Early winter is always so full of promise, I can almost ignore the looming horror of February and March.
On my way to bed I noticed that it was so much lighter out of all the windows than usual. It turns out that the white, bright snow reflects all the electric lights around and makes everything sort of shiny. How is it I have never noticed this, after 40 years of first snowfalls? It’s nice to know that I still have things to discover about this world.
There’s nothing like a first snowfall of the year to lead you to discover that one kid has no coat, another kid has no boots, and no one has any snow pants. We spent all of Halloween day at the mall – a four hour epic journey of dehydration and complaining. At any given time, at least two family members were close to passing out. Luckily the others would rally to their aid, only to cash in their chips a half hour later when they hit their own wall.
There were approximately a million trick-or-treaters at the mall and we had to fight our way through unbelievable crowds, all wearing costumes and hopped up on sugar and doing the Monster Mash, only to discover that we were late to the snow-gear party and there were almost no sizes left anywhere. We snapped up what we could and in the end everyone walked away with suitable outwear but I am not exaggerating one bit when I say it almost killed us all.
Luckily there was candy to look forward to and once we were home, the kids quickly bounced back. One Harry Potter, one Little Red Riding Hood, and one white kitten (officially Marie, the white kitten from the movie Aristocats) could not wait to get outside. Having to run through snow to get from house to house only helped turn it into the “best day ever,” according to the Harry Potter. We cut them off when we had a backpack full of candy.
In retrospect, we should have taken a second pass at the houses that were handing out cheesies.