Halloween is tomorrow, which I am sure that you are all well aware of. The kids have been learning about pumpkins and all things Halloween at school (witches and goblins and zombies, oh my!) and I just can’t take it anymore.
I hate Halloween. I think that it’s the stupidest “holiday” that was ever created. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I don’t like scary things. I am not afraid of them, but I don’t like them and I cannot watch them. I will cover my eyes in scary scenes even if it’s a cartoon. YES, a cartoon. Call me a pansy if you will, and then I will call you desensitized. Tomato, tomahto, whatever.
Why do we, as a society, like to take the small children in our care and subject them to a full month of stories about all of the creepy beings that are a part of this (stupid) holiday? Let’s tell stories and sing songs and watch shows about green-faced witches and howling ghosts and beings that want to eat their brains! (EAT THEIR BRAINS.)(That’s a SUPER bedtime story.)
(Side note: It’s come to my attention that people believe that the zombie apocalypse will really happen. And people mock my faith in a guy who actually walked on this Earth.)
We do not ban Halloween in our house, but we’ve chosen to pull what good we can out of it. We carve pumpkins (and roast the seeds), and we take the kids trick-or-treating. They are not allowed to wear “scary” costumes (Go ahead and judge. I don’t care.), but kids love to dress up and we’re not going to deny them that.
Our kids don’t watch a lot of TV, but we noticed that much of the kids programming was full of all of the (stupid) stuff that bothered us. So, this past weekend, we told the kids that any TV time had to be shows that weren’t Halloween-focused and they instead went to Netflix and watched episodes of AFV and Sesame Street. I’ve seen no zombies. This makes me happy.
Tomorrow will see my kids dressed in their chosen costumes, wandering the streets collecting chocolate bars and rockets (candy, not explosives) and bags of chips. I will take photos of them in all of their adorable glory, and (pilfer their stash, and) tuck them into bed.
We’ll wake up the next morning and it will be November 1st, which is the day that Halloween is behind us and that I start playing Christmas music. I can’t wait.
*** As I finished writing this, Graham came downstairs to tell me that he couldn’t sleep. His music teacher told a ghost story and asked kids to share their own stories and he couldn’t stop thinking about them. Stupid, stupid, stupid.