Now that I am a parent, I can finally indulge in the glory that is Halloween.
Psyche! I’m totally lying.
As much as I love the idea of June and I hunkered over the craft table carefully gluing 96 plastic eyeballs onto a piece of foam for an eerie eyeball wreath together, it’s the execution of such insanity that makes me real tired.
This is the time of year when parents are bombarded with seasonal craft and cooking projects galore – cupcakes festooned with witches and goblins! Intricate face painting! A costume that looks like a piece of corn on the cob! Seriously? Wha–? Do parents actually have time make this stuff? Are we all on craft Adderall?