I hate the part of October that’s associated with Halloween.
Which is all of October.
So, I hate October.
If you’ve been around, you know my house isn’t a great place to be for a season one hates; especially one with a spooky holiday that is the last day of the month. It requires decorations, like these, to be pulled out on October 1.
Except in 2020, of course.
In 2020 the kids decided September 25 was the day.
In 2020 I got six extra days of creeptastic decor littering my home.
- Because our kids have had a rough enough year.
- They had a mediocre summer.
- Birthday parties were canceled.
- Their dad loves Halloween, saw the opportunity, and ran with it.
As a wife and mom, I have learned to pick and choose my battles. I sacrifice a lot. Also, this one will be fought back with eggnog in four weeks and Christmas music in four and a half.
Anyway, we recently went to Lowe’s where my kids turned on every decoration in the aisles not once, but three times. Two and a half aisles of decor going off all at once.
I apologize if you were there.
Creepy and loud.
Those aren’t my idea of Halloween decor.
Neither is this:
All it does is scream.
This one too.
She also glows.
These are all examples of Halloween decor my husband enjoys.
This is my idea of Halloween decor:
These don’t scream.
They just hang out looking cute and innocent.
I’m okay getting up at 2:00 a.m. to get water and passing these little guys by.
This is what’s hanging in my hallway right now:
It doesn’t scream, but it doesn’t have to.
This is one of my husband’s decorations that came with the marriage, like the extra set of southwestern-printed couches we have that he can’t seem to part with. I don’t care to pass this former gentleman by every time I need to round the staircase—which is usually multiple times daily and nightly.
For all of October, I will put this back in the basement bin and someone will bring it back up. I assume someone brings it back up, but it’s not entirely known if he comes back up on his own.
My children, who refuse to sleep in their own beds if they hear the wind outside, have strangely adopted this love for incredibly creepy stuff. Of course, they don’t have to be around it all at night. They’re in bed. So, the real question is, how much would they love it if we bought that white-banshee number up there, and she randomly screamed as they were sneaking into my room because a truck drove by and the noise was scary?
They wouldn’t like it at all.
So naturally, they chose to purchase this and put it on our porch.
Because they don’t have to get the mail after dark.
They aren’t walking by when the light sensor flicks on and illuminates his creepiness.
I will say though, it paired well that evening with the moon phase.
The first of two full moons we get this month.
I hate Halloween.
In 2020 I get six extra days. Let’s hope that’s all the extra Halloween I get before November.
Maybe I better bust out the eggnog and Christmas music sooner rather than later.