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.