Tomorrow night, when I get home from work, I won’t be relaxing on the sofa with a glass of Rosé, (what am I talking about? I never do that!) Instead, I shall be out, in the dark, knocking on strange people’s doors, whilst Dexter asks them for sweets.
My very own Halloween hell.
I have always found the whole Halloween thing weird. I refused to ever let my eldest take part but somehow Dexter has wrapped me round his little finger and I’ve even forked out £3 on a bloody pumpkin. That’s still in the boot of the car. Uncarved.
I’m definitely not an Earth Mother and so the thought of making a costume for Dexter is verging on the ridiculous, but you could buy Halloween costumes at Fancy Dress Ball or any supermarket. I ended up forking out for a Monkey Ninja outfit. Not sure what Dexter’s going to wear …
So no doubt it’ll rain tomorrow and, if I’m lucky, I’ll come home to an egg-splattered house, but it’ll be worth it. I just don’t spend enough time with my son. I work hard, full-time – no half term off for me unfortunately, so I’ll just suck it up and venture out into the night tomorrow and shout ‘Trick or Treat’ a lot.
Then come home and drown my sorrows with a family size Milkybar.
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