Halloween Hell

I spent the morning in Halloween hell yesterday. I took the kids to Joann Fabrics, what a disaster. Donny shouldn't have left the house, his fever reappeared 3/4 of the way there, I could see it in his eyes, but there was no turning back. He has never behaved so badly in public, I am not lying when I say that I was moments away from crying in the middle of the store. I had Abigail in the carrier, so I couldn't see her face, when I put her in the car seat and looked at her, she too had a fever, at least she was sweet the entire time. Donny was just off, pulling bolts of fabric off the rack, climbing into the back of the carriage and freaking out when I wouldn't let him look at a something he spotted. Then he saw a girl about nine years old and that was it, he became her stalker. "Hi girl, hi girl. Mama the girl won't say hi to me." The girl's mother finally leaned over and commanded she say hello to the little boy. I swear he had fairy dust in his eyes, he is too young for this behavior. He was mad at me when we left because I wouldn't let him find the girl so he could shake her hand.

Trying to find fabric for Abigail's princess costume was impossible. For some reason, I am listening to Donny who is insisting his sister be a princess for Halloween. I read the back of the package about 100 times, I felt like I was reading German and only knew two German words. I couldn't think, so I made the command decision that Abigail will be wearing Donny's pirate costume. I said a small prayer that I would be able to locate the costume and the it would be in good condition and fit Abigail, I know that is a lot to ask. Can you believe I found it packed away? I washed it and it looks big enough. I bought some girlie fabric to change it up a bit, so things are looking up. When we got into the car, I was so upset with Donny's behavior, I wanted to just sit there and cry. I told him that Abigail wasn't going to be a princess and he said, "That's okay Mama. She will always be a princess, she's a princess girl."


*****BTW--If one person even suggests that I go buy their costumes, I'm sending a three year old to your house for a week.