Let me explain....
As a child my parents would come up with beautiful, elaborate, hand-sewn Halloween costumes. Often times my sister and I would be the talk of the school or on the cover of the local paper. Our costumes were so big that my sister and I couldn't sit down during school or fit in our desk because of the sheer size and elaborateness of our costume.
As a mother of three children now, the pressure is more than I can handle.
I have rebelled and gone the other way.
I cannot bring myself to do anything as far as costumes go for my own children.
Usually what ends up happening is that a week before Halloween the kids start tearing through our tubs of dress-up clothes and they "throw something together."
One year my daughter went in a princess dress wearing a raccoon mask and a tiara.
One year my kids made masks out of paper plates.
Another year my daughter wore a white turtle neck and carried a plastic Fisher Price stethoscope and called herself a doctor.
I know.... it's sad.
I am creative when it comes to many areas of my life.... just not costumes. Something about the gene my parents had did not get passed on to me.
I know, I'm a terrible mother. Please don't judge me.
My poor, poor children. ((Insert the sad sounding violins here.))
But in reality, when they come home at the end of the night with a candy stash like this...
Photo courtesy of My Science Project
...all the failures of their mother have been long forgotten.