As I sit here in a chocolate-induced haze after Halloween night, I have mixed emotions about how the night unfolded. This year, Halloween was different — different, good, but also different, bad. Or maybe I mean sad.
This was the first time our whole family wasn’t together for Halloween. So yeah, that makes me kinda sad. Both Big and Middle Dude were not home this year, because they are up in CT at their boarding school. It’s not that they missed out because they are well beyond the trick-or-treating years, but they were always great candy giver-outers and also fun “hide in the bushes and scare the kids” helpers.
The whole night felt weird because we moved to a new house two months ago so although we are technically in the same town, we are in a different neighborhood. Our former neighborhood was THE BEST location for trick-or-treaters. The houses were close together, which made for very efficient loot collecting. My kids could clean up in a matter of minutes. Conversely, we had trick-or-treaters ringing our doorbell every few minutes between the hours of 6-8pm. It made our dog a bit nuts, but we loved giving out candy to the neighborhood kids.
Our new neighborhood, however, is way more spread out. Plus, we are the house at the end of a long street that ends in a cul-de-sac. No exaggeration, we had five trick-or-treaters the whole night. That depressed me. I didn’t even need to worry about running out of Kit Kats, which I usually eat for dinner along with my traditional glass of Halloween wine. My husband kept asking, “where is everyone?” He repeatedly opened up the front door, peering out into the darkness, hoping for some costumed kids to emerge.
Meanwhile, Little Dude was out trick-or-treating with his friends, because he’s at the age where no adult supervision is necessary. He and his buddies went house to house near our old neighborhood, prime trick-or-treating country. Smart kid. He came back with several pounds of candy. I think he probably has one more season left of trick-or-treating before he is considered “too old.” This year, he barely had a costume (does a light up hat that says, “Boo” count?), but I snapped a photo anyway like I always do. Again, kind of depressing that my kids are almost done with the trick-or-treating phase.
So, I realize my synopsis of last night is mostly negative. Except there was one good outcome from the downer evening. The upside to being in a less popular trick-or-treating neighborhood was the TONS of leftover candy. Had I not mailed care packages of the leftover candy to Big and Middle Dude this morning, that stash could have lasted me a few
months. Okay fine, days. But still, I have plenty left for me too, because I had to look out for their dental health, whereas I’m way past the cavity-prone years.
Bring on the sugar!