I had forgotten how much fun trick-or-treat is. For the past fifteen Halloweens, I've handed out candy, or I've gotten dressed to the nines and gone to a party, or, on a couple of occasions, we've hosted a party at our house, staying indoors and ignoring the sounds of wee revelers on the street.
Yesterday was a crappy day (more on this later in the week). When I headed home, shortly after 5, Hyde Park's streets were already beginning to fill with chitlins in costume and, though we had agreed not to take S this year (it would be late, and chilly, and she'd been to two Halloween parties, eaten through one costume (not a joke), and seemed, quite generally, to not get it), I found myself stepping (carefully) on the gas, having changed my mind when faced with the sheer fun of it all.
I slipped her into her costume and changed my own clothes, strapped her in a carrier and we went out to join our neighbors. B was a Blackhawk. S was a cat and I a burglar. Thus, a cat burglar. (I love a joke...a friend put a silly hat on her 3-month-old, strapped lion slippers to her feet and called her a Dandy-lion. Bwahahaha!)
We trick-or-treated along our block and then high-tailed it to Harper, where I'd heard it can get so crowded it's difficult to walk. And lo and behold! Difficult to walk! We saw tons of our Hyde Park friends and neighbors, got oodles of candy (only from the houses without lines), and wondered at the giant chicken blocking the street (if anyone can explain this to me, I will be eternally grateful...I'd like to be on the inside of this joke!). It was a blast. Monsters, lots of bees, several Alices and Raggedy Anns (I had no idea Raggedy Ann was back!), zillions of chitlins and their happy, dazed parents.
S's eyes were big under her kitty hood, and she sucked for a minute on a Butterfinger mini. By the time we made it home at half past 7, she was ready to conk out, her first trick-or-treat a resounding success. I repeat: it was a blast. It's easy to get overwhelmed, or distracted at the very least, by the harder parts of parenting. Last night was a good reminder, though, that at the end of the day, it is FUN to be a mom.