Halloween

It's a little spooky how little time I have for things right now. I know that everyone says, don't blog about how long it's been since you posted last. I even have this awesome book from my sister-in-law No One Cares What You Had For Lunch that has 100 ideas for what to blog about. Very inspiring. If I only had the time.
I am up way past my bedtime tonight to catch up a little on my blogs. Will I really make any head way? Of course not. The list of ideas I have wanted to write about is still long and very stale. I am getting so deprived of my creative, selfish outlets that two areas of my life are merging in unhealthy ways. When my daughter had a runny nose and I referred to it as "snotsy" I had this crazy idea to write a dark, satiric spoof with a Nazi theme. But really, how could I write something even remotely humorous about a part of history that was so horrific? To tell the truth, it was my hubby's guiding light that made me realize the error of mine thinking. That's when I realized that my creative, childish side (the one that creates preschool lessons/songs/activities/games and uses silly puns and plays-on-words all the time) was taking over my more rational, adult creative side (the one that blogs and sews for example). Those two parts should not intertwine!

This was before I realized the depth of my doughy error.

So now I am finally getting to Halloween. A time of year that has the potential to be spookier than snotsies gathering up all the germs and concentrating them in tissue camps. (ugh.) And dinner was relatively spooky. Mummy pies- nutritious and hauntingly delicious. Mommy tantrum-frightening in it's onset and depressing in it's wake.  The mummy strips on the pies were too thick by themselves and layered together, completely inapporpriate for the baking time and situation. The bottom layers didn't cook!  So I huffed and whined and threw a tantrum before putting them under the broiler, temporarily relieved that there was a solution, and then forgetting them! So I huffed, whined and threw another tantrum and stomped upstairs to cool off when my solution turned the strips into partially scorched dead zones with still-chewy bottoms.  Meanwhile, my family filled their pie holes and were unfazed by the doughy consistency and blackened portions of the crust. My sheepish apology and recognition of my childish behavior was waved away with a "Mommy just wants to have a perfect halloween," from my hubby. So true. But see why my two sides should not mix?! Oy.

Family picture coming soon.

Beyond the "ruined" dinner Halloween was great.  My daughters looked cute, scary, and just right in their costumes (which I made with my own creative hands thank you very much). I took my older daughter's suggestion to by a mommy mummy to heart and wrapped myself in one very long strip of old sheet. I added some black eye liner and voila. I was worthy of candy at several houses, much to my enjoyment and Emma's consternation. (She wanted all the candy!)