When I collected the mail earlier this week, there was a small white envelope inside the letterbox with the word ‘Halloween’ scrawled across it in orange.
I let out a groan.
Just like last year, inside the envelope was a courteous little note inviting families in the neighbourhood to participate in trick-or-treating from 5pm to 7pm. To be involved, all you have to do is put the orange balloon supplied in the envelope at the front of your house.
Last year I thought this was a fantastic idea. I had a two-week-old baby and a two-year-old adjusting to life as a big sister. I did not need any little trick-or-treaters rapping on my door during witching hour (no pun intended 😉 ). I threw the balloon in the bin feeling satisfied that the lack of balloon out the front would indicate we were a no trick-or-treating zone. Yet, it seemed a handful of trick-or-treaters didn’t get the memo and while I was battling the evening shift, I had kids banging down my door.
This year, not much has changed. The girls are now three and one, but that time of day is still completely and utterly crazy. The plan this year is to shut all the windows, lock the doors and hideout upstairs.
Does that officially make me old? Or a party pooper? If there was a Grinch of Halloween, I think I might be it. I’m just not really a fan of Halloween.
There I said it. Please don’t judge me. I mean yes, it’s fun to dress up, carve pumpkins, decorate the house with spider webs and have bowls filled with brains and googly eyeballs, what I don’t get is why we want to dress up our children as witches or a monster and let them traipse around the neighbourhood collecting candy from strangers.
I mean kids love dressing up, they love candy, it’s all just a bit of fun and community spirit. Something just doesn’t sit right with me about it, that’s all.
Perhaps it has to do with my girls not being old enough. I haven’t told Miss Three about Halloween yet and don’t plan to. While she would love to dress up as a princess or maybe even a witch if I coaxed her, I just don’t think she’d be down with introducing herself to neighbours and requesting treats from them. Meanwhile, I don’t want her doing this either.
Who knows what people are handing out? Even my dear old Dave has given kids chunks of cheese when he was unexpectedly confronted with a group of trick-or-treaters back in his flatting days. I mean, eww. I don’t want strangers giving my kids cheese, or anything else from their fridges.
And while I’m at it, can anyone shed some light on another thing I don’t get about Halloween? Why do some women feel the need to wear skimpy outfits at Halloween? A naughty nurse, a sexy cat, a partly-dressed pirate … I thought we were meant to be dressing up as the bride of frankenstein or a zombie!
Anyway, I know it is just a matter of time before my girls want to dress up as little witches or monsters and be part of the fun. I’m sure in a couple of years time I will be walking the streets with them getting involved with the rest of the neighbourhood. Until then, I’ll be throwing out the orange balloon and peering through the curtains pretending to not be home 🙂
Are you a fan of Halloween? Do your kids trick-or-treat? Are you a naughty nurse or bloodied bride of frankenstein kind of girl?