I guess I'll do a post on Halloween (all the cool blogs are doing it). Some years, don't you just feel that some Holidays are overrated? I think it was my fault this year. I was pretty excited for parties, candy, and taking my kids around all night. I was maybe living vicariously through my kids.
We first did a carnival thingy and moved on to trick or treat some of my families' houses, and a few in their neighborhood. It took us (Jer driving our car beside us, and me walking Noah and Hyrum to the doors) about two hours to do a dozen houses. We headed home a little after eight. I still wanted to hit more houses, and stop by our neighbors, so I had Jer drop me and the boys off at the top of the street. After we were dropped off, I noticed that about half the houses had their lights off, at 8:30 what de heck? Isn't that when the teenages start? Anyway, about that time I realized that my two boys were ready to be home, in bed. Not because they were asking for bed, but because they were out of control, not listening to a word I said, and running through every house that opened their doors to us. So I basically dragged the two of them home. I think we hit three houses down our street.
The evening was done at nine o'clock on a weekend. I sure was dissappionted. I think I felt I let the boys down, and myself as well. I know that the kids had fun. That's all that matters right? That's why I didn't really care to blog about it.