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.
Dylan must have a good fake ID to have all her summer fun at Mohegan sun…
those other “signing up on time” parents are just show offs.
Tell her you planned it this way so that she has something to look forward to next year when you have a bigger, better, more prominent location. You gotta ease into stuff like this, you know. No sense in reaching the pinnacle of window painting locations the first year.
And then I’d have to set a reminder on my calendar for NEXT year’s sign-ups…or else I’d end up back at the gas station!
On the plus side, I now know what to dress my roast beef sandwich as for Halloween. A plant! It will be so excited.
Can you sign up now – so by next October you will have forgetten that you signed up? Then next year – you can forget to paint your prime location?
Or – forgotten for those who are not spelling disabled.
I’ve actually TRIED to get fired from parenthood on ocassion…..not as easy as one would think! You have to first SUE your Vagina, which can cause for some nasty and embarassing depositions and countersuits.
My entire parenting life could be summed up by be forced to paint a godforsaken window in a smelly gas station. Sad. Ok, off to have a roast beef sammy!
I hope you at least got some 3 cent off gas coupons and a pack of gum – much better than painting some insurance guy’s window in that prime location.
I will focus on that you got off the wait list. Since it was your turn this year to sign up maybe it can be your friend’s turn next year? xoxo
You know what? You’re a GREAT mom.