"Mug shots? What are you talking about?"
"For the play- we have mug shots at the school for the play."
"Ohmigod, I have no idea what you're talking about! Mug shots are when you go to jail. Are you going to jail?"
"No, Mom. Mug shots."
"You mean HEAD shots?"
"Yeah, whatever. They're on Saturday."
I snapped: "Does nobody realize that Saturday is a holiday?!"
I mean seriously though. It's Halloween and society is just carrying on like it's any other Saturday. Halloween on a Saturday is special. Last year, when Halloween was on a Friday, I thought that was special and I threw a party- TGIH, my friends. But some showed up sick, it was rainy, some got stupid-drunk and I swore to myself that the following Halloween would be better- it would be on a Saturday! Saturdays are generally better. Fridays, people get up early and get tired early. Saturdays are for sleeping in and FUN and staying up late and FUN! And then there is the future Sunday Halloween that nobody looks forward to. It's awkward because you always have those idiots that throw things for a loop and ask the HOA, "But when is trick-or-treating? Should we do it on Saturday?" No. You do it on the 31st. When it's on a Monday or Tuesday, do we do it on a Saturday? Certainly not, October 31st is October 31st. Some things in life I will be ecstatic to see go- like my garage clutter, shedding dog hair and Sunday Halloweens, .
Breana has to cheer at a 5:00 football game today- on HALLOWEEN. I had dinner with a friend last night whose son has ball practice today- on HALLOWEEN. What the hell, y'all? When am I supposed to carve a pumpkin? I guess I'll do that while my friend and her son are at their ball practice but still, why the holiday obligations? And why did I spend an Anthropologie cardigan budget on Trick-or-Treat candy for kids I won't even be home for because I'll be at a football game? I'll justify this by reserving all the Reese's for personal consumption. Honestly I gave up on Halloween a couple of weeks ago when I learned A) Breana didn't want me to throw a party this year, and B) We had other non-Halloween activities to attend. So I never even refreshed my candle votives or bought several new and pointless extra pumpkins. The wind blew over my cornstalks the other night and the following morning, coffee in hand, and my kid boarding her school bus, I gave my porch the middle finger. I haven't watered my mums since I returned from Baltimore; they're in horticultural hospice as we speak. I didn't even turn on my upside down tree last night. I didn't buy caramel vodka to pair with apple cider (it really is delish though). The sheer horror! (but not Halloween-like horror, because, you know, forget that)
I am listening to classical Christmas music. RIGHT NOW.
That's right, folks, I'm moving on. I'm gathering the feeling around town that nobody respects Halloween enough to give it a day off, so why should I? Why do my battery-operated window candles that are flickering a very faded orange right now, deserve new AA batteries at this point? Why do I need to carve 5 pumpkins, break out the power drill and put star-like holes in the other? Why do I need to carve hot dogs into severed fingers for people who don't like cold hot dogs that look like severed fingers? Is this how some people feel about Christmas? My older sister, Nicole, pretty much breaks down her Christmas decor at nightfall on December 25th. Is this because she no longer feels the love? I mean, the week before Christmas the stores are clearing out their Christmas decor, putting it on clearance and making way for the next holiday. Perhaps this is what happened to Halloween and me. It got brushed aside and all of a sudden, CHRISTMAS! Why do we do this- move on quickly to the next best thing before the one in front of us is even over? I am so guilty.
So today, instead of focusing on a holiday, I will focus on "mug shots" (I still have no idea what she was talking about and I never received an email) and evening football games with my daughter. And then I will focus on an extra hour added and gripe for the next 2 weeks how depressing the 6pm darkness is and how I want to give up on life and go to bed at 8pm every night. But on Sunday (tomorrow) I will also focus on Christmas and all its decorating glory! I'll sweep away the Halloween and bust out my green garland, twinkle lights and ribbon. I'll decorate my stairs first. I'll plan my Christmas Village. And I'll sketch my Gingerbread House ideas. I'll move straight on to Christmas, speeding right past Thanksgiving without a wave or hello.
On Thursday this past week, Breana also mentioned that Macklemore and Ryan Lewis are playing at the Fox Theatre in late January and begged to get tickets. January?! I can't be thinking about the new year! Never mind that my child wants to listen to explicit music in a historic, visually appealing venue (but will the people stand? That is my only concern). Why is she speeding past this glorious time of year and moving her mind onto January? Because her Mom is a bat-shit, crazy lunatic around the holidays. I bet she'll be one of "those" that barely even decorate or celebrate holidays when she's older. She'll go to therapy. She'll be one of the weirdos who deny her kids of ever knowing Santa's magic. I've ruined her I'm sure. But that would be stupid to focus on right now, because right now I'm all on board for living "in the moment", carpe-ing the diem, dancing in the rain (no, who does that? That one's dumb), smelling the roses and having a very, Merry Christmas.