We survived a 20 minute freak out session because Princess didn't want to wear pants and a warm shirt under her costume.
Then she hated the feeling of the turtleneck shirt.
Then she hated socks.
Then she rolled up her pants so they were like shorts.
Then she refused a coat/vest or any other item of clothing that could possibly keep her warm in the cold.
3 year olds are a real treat.
Rowdy insisted on applying his own zombie makeup.
I had a problem with this.
Note to self. Allow children to grow up and develop independence. It is OK if it doesn't look perfect.
But there were a few smudges in the wrong spot that I wanted to fix all evening.
And I might have gotten the shakes because I couldn't do it.
I have issues.
Note to self. Call counsellor. It is a time for a session.
Messy went trick or treating with his friend (and his Mom).
He ditched us for a kid who wears baseball caps backwards and lets the top of his boxers hang out the waist of his jeans.
And his mom.
I am totally and completely saddened by the recent turn of events.
Recent turn of events=my children growing up.
Damn you life.
I do not adjust well to change.
Especially when it feels like just yesterday that we were carrying a small Minnie Mouse, skunk and Mickey Mouse to the grandparents house for just one candy.
Note to self. Do not lock children in the basement because they will still grow up.
More WW stuff here.