Ever have one of those days where nothing goes quite as planned? Halloween was that day for us this week.
Elise decided to dress as a heroine from young adult literature for the second year in a row. Last year, she was Katniss from the Hunger Games. This year, she was a Shadow Hunter from City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments series). Our Shadow Hunter had made plans to trick-or-treat in a friend's neighborhood and was all excited about that prospect; however, on Tuesday, she twisted her ankle at school. Her ankle was still bothering her a lot, so she decided she was better off staying close to home where she could easily head home at any point to rest her ankle.
Our teenage vampire had also made plans with friends that fell through. She and a friend had solidified trick or treating plans at school without talking to the other girl's mother. It turns out their family had plans with family friends, so Nina was stuck trick-or-treating with her sister instead. She was less than thrilled about that.
Our poor littlest cowgirl spent the day throwing up and lying on the floor of the bathroom. As she so aptly put it, "This is not my best day ever."
J.C. spent the day cleaning vomit off of our family room carpet and leather couch... definitely not his best day ever either.
I had plans to leave work early, pick up a jack-o-lantern pizza to bake from Papa Murphy's, and help the girls get ready. Instead, a customer issue cropped up late in the afternoon that required an "all hands on deck" approach at work. There was no way I was going to leave early, or even on time, for that matter.
J.C. left poor little Addie in the hands of her big sisters to go pick up the pizza. Usually Papa Murphy's fashions a stem out of pizza dough, so it looks more pumpkin like. This guy is just more of a smiley pizza than a real jack-o-lantern. At least it tasted good.
After dinner, the big girls took off with reminders to say thank you at each house and to cross the streets very carefully as they were pretty much invisible in all black.
At some point, the little cowgirl rallied and decided she could venture out. She couldn't stand the thought of missing out completely. I took her to about 5 houses, and then we came home. I was glad she felt up to at least a little trick-or-treating. She had been so excited about being a cowgirl.
Her sisters showed up hours later with plenty of loot to share. We certainly have no shortage of candy despite Addie's very abbreviated trip out.
This year definitely didn't rank up there with the best Halloweens ever, but we muddled through it. I hope your Halloween was full of shadow hunters, ghosts, vampires, princesses, healthy cowgirls, haunted houses, jack-o-lantern pizzas, and plenty of candy!