I have conflicting feelings about the decision. I know it is the right one for us, but I will miss the excitement on the faces of our little Trick-or-Treaters as they await their turn in line. I also feel a bit of guilt over not providing the Man-Cub and his friends the opportunity to make girls scream in terror, but, I figure they still have a couple of years for that. Hell, their driving, alone, could probably accomplish that.
When we made the decision, I assumed that I would spend the evening handing out candy to the various ghosts, goblins, fairies, and princesses who came to our door, and, I will at some point. However, I have also been pressed in to duty to chaperone the kids in my ASTRA club at the elementary school's Halloween Carnival. My shift runs 5-7, which is prime Trick-or-Treating time, and, since the Man-Cub is in the club, he will also be required to volunteer his time in one of the booths; this leaves our home unmanned for the deluge of beggars (Hugh will be in Neighboring City, officiating at a wrestling event) and that makes me nervous.
I'm sure I'll figure something out.
Speaking of figuring things out; the Man-Cub is expected to dress up for the carnival. He currently has no costume to wear, no idea of what he might like to be, and is feeling no apparent urgency in procuring a costume. His Zen attitude is admirable, unless you happen to be his mother, who will be pressed into service to create an awesome costume at the last minute, in which case his attitude is frustrating and infuriating.
I'm sure we'll figure that out, too.
Anyway, Happy Halloween. I wish you a fabulous day and the very best candy in your Trick-or-Treat bag. In the event that you find your haul consists mostly of peanut-butter taffy wrapped in black and orange waxed paper; I wish you a dozen eggs and really good aim.