I know when I've been beat.

I threw in the towel today. I have been planning to make the kids' costumes, like I do almost every year. Mister decided to be Boba Fett, Tiny was going to be R2D2, and Little Man was going to be Yoda. Cute, right? Well...not so fun when you only have a couple of days left before the first costumed Halloween party and you're not even halfway finished with the first costume. For the past few days, I've been one giant ball of stress, frustration, and ill temper. Trying to draw all the little doodads of R2D2's circuitry is not easy when you have a fussy 3 1/2 month old next to you, frustrated that you're not paying attention to him and he has decided that he will not nap for more than 15 minutes at a time...ALL DAY LONG!

Well, last night, I had an inkling that I may have taken on something much larger than myself and my sanity. So, at about 5 p.m. tonight, I told the kids to put their shoes on and load into the truck. I explained that I did not have the time, energy or sanity to complete their costumes as planned and that we would need to buy some instead. Initially, they were a bit disappointed that they would not be able to carry out their Star Wars theme. However, they were quickly over it when they chose to be black-hooded executioners, complete with double-sided axes and face paint. And tomorrow, I will set out to find Little Man a cute costume of his own. I found this online:

Unfortunately, it is not in any store within 100 miles of us, according to the Wal-Mart locator. So sad. He would have looked perfect in it.

Yeah, I felt bad about giving up on the costumes for about 5 minutes. Then I realized that I wouldn't be trying to finish three very difficult costumes before Saturday and I also wouldn't be biting everyone's heads off in the process. Nice trade-off, I'd say. We can't all be Supermom, not even for Halloween.