when parents slack off

Each Halloween, they do this really cute thing in my town where kids decorate the windows of local businesses. You have to sign up ahead of time so I told one of my friends, “I’ll sign our girls up together!”

Which was secret code for… “I won’t think about this again until a week past the deadline and then I’ll call the recreation department, beg for a spot and we’ll be added to the wait list.”

If you are a half glass full kind of person, then please focus on the fact that we got off the wait list!

But unfortunately, instead of a coveted spot on our main street where you can chat with friends, grab coffee at Starbucks and listen to a local band – we were assigned this gem of a location.

Yes, a gas station. Because nothing quite exudes Halloween fun like filling your tank with unleaded.

And then we found our assigned window….

I guess that roast beef sandwich is hiding from some kind of rebel faction in his cold cut dictatorship.

Now since I left my hedge clippers at home, I knew we needed a plan B.

Luckily, we commandeered another window where the girls could actually paint without being strangled by some kind of Kudzu plant.

I can’t figure out why but now I’m in the mood for a refreshing cup of iced coffee.

The girls ended up having a lot of fun (One of those children above is not actually my child).

Although afterwards, Dylan took me aside, thanked me for my best efforts but said I really needed to secure a better painting spot next year.

I’m really going to try. I’d hate to get fired from this parenting thing.