Slutty Witch or a Slutty Nurse or Slutty Sassy?

After a divorce, parents maneuver, manipulate, bribe, coerce and pray to the gods of FamilyCourt in order to get as much holiday time with their kids as possible. Let's face it, Thanksgiving just isn't the same if I don't see my kids plopped down on the couch watching Snoopy float by. Christmas feels bland and sad if I don't have to chase the Things out of the kitchen at least 5 times before lunch. Holidays are meant for family.

Except for Halloween. Halloween sucks a thousand sucky things. Don't get me wrong, I do like seeing all the cute lil bunnies and frogs and witches that come knocking on my door. I even like the tall gangly teens dressed up as gory bloody lumps of icky things. But what I don't like is trying to figure out how to put together a costume for my kids. Let's face it- I'm cheap and completely uncreative. So, I won't buy those expensive package costumes and we usually end up with something like this:

You can't tell from this picture but, I cut a hole in a piece of black furry fabric and draped it over his head like a tunic. Then I took smaller pieces and stitched them to the back of his gloves. We tied chunks of it over his shoes. Add on an ill fitting mismatched mask and Whaaala, instant Werewolf!

Thing2, he was Dun dun dun duuuuuu.....

Duct Tape Man

He was taped in from neck to toe with some creative design around the zipper to make peeing possible.
This year, I'm not on kid duty. The costumes should not be my responsibility. So why is it that last night I found myself scrounging through my closet for an old pair of knee high CFM boots and a short skirt for Thing2? Because I am a sucker and their dad is so much better at saying no than me.

Stay tuned for pictures of SluttyMcThing2-ette.

P.S. I have two Halloween dates this weekend. Trick or Treat? We shall see.