My baby boy,

Happy Halloween Eve, my sweet boy. I don’t think we are prepared for tomorrow, but when are we? I need to temporarily dye Ellie’s hair tomorrow morning, find Lucas’ taco costume from last year because he can’t wear his inflatable one at school, and I’m subbing in second grade tomorrow afternoon. Lucas “accidentally kicked” Elijah’s leg this morning and his foot hurts so he’s limping around. Lucas also says he is refusing to go trick or treating tomorrow since daddy isn’t here. So yes, you can see that everything is the same sort of chaos it’s always been.

I always have these grandiose ideas of how holidays will go, but they always fall short and it seems like this one will do the same. I can’t even blame it on my mummy hot dogs this year, which I have managed to butcher every year. Granted I never read the directions on how to do them, so that’s on me, but it seemed like a simple enough concept. I found out from my friend, Jacki, when she visited that I was completely making them wrong. I rolled the biscuits into one long thing, apparently you were supposed to cut and patch. That’s why the ones I made you guys always looked ridiculous, I’m sorry.

I’m tired, baby, life is a lot. I love you more than anything, sweetie. Goodnight and sweet dreams.