Right across the playground from my kids’ school looms a house that is completely decked out for Halloween. There are skeletons scaling the siding, peeking out from the bushes, and lounging on the patio furniture (enjoying what I imagine to be a morning cup of bone broth). There is also a witch who has crashed her landing, and even a 20-foot cobweb reaching from the roof to the leaf-dotted ground.
It’s an impressive display that leaves my kids pulling my hand at pick up just so they can point out the skeleton peeking out from the window. And I have to admit that every day as I drive by with my coffee mug in hand, I admire the intricacy, hard work, and attention to detail that went into their entire Halloween decoration. It puts a smile on my face as I look forward to the fun in the month ahead trick-or-treating with my kids, carving pumpkins, and of course, stealing all the good chocolate out of their bags.
And whenever I pass by that infamous Halloween house, one thought goes through my mind: Thank goodness there are people out there in the world willing to go all out for the holidays, because I sure as heck am not one of them.
If I’m being honest, this year has been an especially epic failure on my end in the seasonal fun department. It took my kids two weeks of begging for me to put up some Halloween decorations. On top of that, I haven’t even thought about costumes yet, and we have yet to pick up a single pumpkin this year. If there was an Ebenezer Scrooge equivalent for Halloween, this year it would definitely be me.
I know I have all the typical excuses that moms of young kids can pull out of their back pockets. Stuff like being exhausted all of the time, drowning under mountains of laundry, or packing lunches my kids probably won’t even eat. But the bigger truth is that I just can’t seem to summon the energy to do anything beyond making it through the day.
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