Somehow I lost the excitement of Halloween this year. My kids went Trick-or-Treating with their mother. My step kids went with their mother, and I sat home alone. We had bought no candy, and I intentionally left all the lights off, so as not to draw T-or-T-ers to my home.
Between 6:30 and 7:15 pm, the doorbell rang at my house no less that 12 times.
"Look, Mommy, a house with no lights on. Maybe they have candy! Let's ring the doorbell several times and see!"
Relaxing upstairs in my room in an empty house, fighting the urge to answer the door with a flamethrower, I made use of my rare quiet time on Halloween counting the number of rings at my unlit doorbell.
To top it off, I forgot to watch "The Great Pumpkin." Can't wait for Thanksgiving!