Ah, I see something breaking through the fog, now. A whirlwind swirling in my crystal ball. It's complete chaos ... lots of mosquito bites, a young girl hyperventilating after being freaked out by the fog machine and strobe lights, two boys complaining about walking for more than ten minutes, and one lowly Payday candy bar at the bottom of a trick or treat bag... Quick, turn off your front porch lights now, and join your fellow neighbors while you can!
Although I don't fully regret going all out on a theme this Halloween, I don't know why my husband and I still put forth so much effort into trying to be the coolest house on the block. There's a lot of work that goes into creating the right atmosphere and when too many last minute ideas, like the addition of a fortune teller and more tombstones and bloody body parts are thrown into the front yard cemetary, it starts becoming more of a race to beat the sun and less of a fun idea. We ran out of time to carve pumpkins, he has excruciating back pain today, I look like I have malaria, and our children will probably look back on this holiday with utter embarrassment.
If that happens, all I have to do is pull out the photo of the showdown between psycho clown and Iron Man. We weren't the only ones caught up in the spirit.
http://youtu.be/6WZ3na8NGjY
