I am crotchety. I used to love Halloween. Now I despise it.
This is the first time in 8 years we have been home on Halloween. Typically we trick or treat in my Mom’s neighborhood. We would have Sunday dinner, get the kids dressed, and head out for an hour or so. My sister and her boys came. Sometimes we would take the dogs for walks while the kids ran wild. Usually my brother and his wife would come and wrangle the kids when they would get to hyped on sugar and needed some Marine-speak.
The past two years have brought Grace to tears. One teenage neighbor of my mother, thought it would by hysterical to dress up as a gorilla, sit in a tree and jump out when kids came to the door. It.was.not.funny. Not at all. Apparently he was filming himself for America’s Funnies Home Videos. Again. Not funny. Last year I could not believe he would do it again. I assured Grace and reassured her that it would be okay. We would not walk on that side of the street. If we saw him we would turn right around. He was lurking again in the shadows in his black gorilla suit. He scared her. Again. This time I gave his mother a piece of my mind. I told her I thought his laughs at the expense of children were shameful. I told him I did not find his antics funny. Nor did my child who had tried to be brave but yet again was reduced to tears and shaking.
We have a great neighborhood. It is a grid with houses close together. There is little traffic and overall it is very safe. This year my girls wanted to experience trick or treating in their own neighborhood with their friends. So this is the first time in 8 years I am home handing out candy while my husband takes the girls with their friends around the neighborhood.
I am not enjoying myself. Most of the visitors to my door are taller than I am. Many could have used a shave before they donned their costume. Some did not say thank you. Many tried to take more than one piece. Some tried to come multiple times. I don’t mean to be crotchety. I don’t want to be. The last straw was the group of teenage girls and boys who came in no costume at all. One girl had a pot on her head. I did not get it at first. I am kind of a dork like that. But then I got it. It was not funny. Not.at.all.
This is not my favorite holiday.