The procrastinator in me lucked out. The job openings I couldn't decide about, yeah, they magically decided to give everyone until Thursday to put in for them. I will be stewing on the matter until late Thursday. Because I enjoy the thrill of the last minute, "Can't talk now. I only have three minutes left to finish my resume. I’ll call you back."
I spent the weekend folding laundry, washing dishes and trying to decide on Halloween costumes for my crew. Last year, I waited until like a week before Halloween. Can you say stress? Can you say Rush Delivery?
We’re going to be a garden. Or something like that. If I can ever win a spider costume on ebay that is. Apparently I’m not the only one that likes the Pottery Barn spider costume but would sooner die than pay the galactically unreasonable Pottery Barn prices. I need the rest of America with 18-24 month size children to just back off already because I need that costume.
My daughter is going to be a butterfly. I’ll be sure to bore the universe with the account of how I’m planning to pull that costume out of my magic hat this weekend. I ordered the wings online because even though Martha Stewart swears I can make them, get real. But I do have bright ideas about putting butterfly-ish dots on a black shirt and pants to give it that something extra. Because I’m all about something extra. Because I’m insane. And I’m also going to use a black headband to make antennae. This should explain why I really need to win the pre-made spider costume. Only so many hours in the day, people.
The cutesy garden theme is courtesy of the newest 4 year old who announced Saturday that she did not want to be a cowgirl. For the last 11 months, I’ve been mentally planning the Village People. We have two kids, two adults and two dogs to work with. That’s six. That screams Village People. Work with me, kid. Our Rottweiler wearing an Indian headdress is priceless all by itself. But then I found a little sailor suit costume with a little white Popeye hat for my son. Oh, heaven help me that little hat is cute. Let’s all just take a moment to summon up an image of an 18 month old in a sailor suit. Do not let yourself think practical thoughts like how he’d most likely take the Popeye hat right off his head. Ignore those thoughts. Just think cute, cute and more cute. Cute that will not see the light of day this year because cowgirl costumes are "yucky."
Technically, the newest 4 year old’s first suggestion was princess. Which I guess is cute. Except what about the other 5 people I’ll be dressing? What are they supposed to be? And my husband is a costume minimalist. As in, no face paint, no goofy hats and if you could think of a way to make sure he doesn’t have to wear anything besides black or gray that’d be awesome.
Luckily for us, princess costumes were mixed in with fairy costumes and let’s be honest, those fairy wings are very intriguing. Especially if you are 4 and you’ve never worn wings. So then we started discussing butterfly fairies. And then next thing I know she’s demanding to be a buttterfly. Couldn’t have worked out better if I had planned it. Unless there was a butterfly in the Village People. But whatever. There’s always next year. Or not.