Apparently, I’m the only one who isn’t looking forward to it. According to Hallmark, the three largest party days of the year are New Year’s Eve, Super Bowl Sunday and Halloween. When I read this I immediately wondered what this meant about me, since I’ve never been a huge fan of any of these events.
I actually have many fond memories from past New Year’s
Eve celebrations, as I often end up spending it with good friends and fine food.
I suppose it’s the days leading up to it that bother me. People are constantly
inquiring what you have planned to commemorate the last day of the entire year. There is always the pressure to find a
fabulous party and stay out as late as you can on what is routinely the coldest
night of the year. Now that I have
young children, my countdown to midnight usually happens in front of the
television, reveling in the hilarious chemistry between Kathy and Anderson.
I only have one small grievance regarding Super Bowl
Sunday, which is that it forces me to
watch football. When I first met
my husband, he astutely sensed that I was not the biggest sports fan, but he
ended up duping me into taking an interest in March Madness by entering me into
a pool. Am I the only one who finds even the Super Bowl pool to be boring? The
few Super Bowl parties I have agreed to attend usually culminate with me
sitting in the corner of a living room nodding off into my third bowl of chili.
And this brings me to Halloween. If I were to pinpoint
when my dislike of Halloween began it would have to be in the third grade.
Typically, an eight-year old girl might request to dress up as a princess,
ballet dancer or a witch. When I was eight I informed my parents that I wanted
to be a traffic light. To their credit, they quickly fashioned an amazing
costume out of a big, painted cardboard box and some red, yellow, and green cellophane.
I even had a flashlight that I could shine through the cellophane. I guess I
was a little too excited to show off my costume at the all-school Halloween parade
because I ended up tripping and falling.
In front of the entire school. And in case you were wondering, attempting to
get up while lying flat on the floor with arms and legs flailing through a cardboard
box is about as difficult as you might imagine.
Of course, I now have to put aside my disdain for
Halloween and try to make it as fun as possible for my two boys. I will invest
in the bulk bags of miniature candy, spend time figuring out two adorable
costumes, and help them make memories. And when they get older and they ask
me to watch football on Super Bowl Sunday, I will dig up my traffic light
cardboard box and hide.
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