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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Published by Kate Sutton

Writer, Mother, Dater.

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