It’s really not practical to send a chocoholic such as myself down the candy aisle at the store. Master usually steers me clear of the candy aisle.

But I *had* to.. for the kids.

30 bucks later…. and I still don’t have any candy for the trick or treaters.

I have a tummy ache, though.

;-)

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w00t! Candy day!

I have too much to do today so naturally I come here first. I’m not addicted, I just care soooo much about keeping all of you updated that I sacrifice the time to be here first.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. :D

I really do have a lot to do. I’m going to take a load of stuff to Goodwill, which means that I get to buy more stuff because one must reward themselves for donating to charity.

Yay! It’s halloween! I have to buy candy. The kids only have trick or treating from 4pm to 6pm. Am I delusional in remembering when I was a kid, we were out from as soon as people would answer the door until they refused to answer the door? Two hours sucks.

My son is pissed because I’m making him walk with his sister’s group. It was either her or me. He certainly isn’t going alone.. (although really, from 4 to 6, how dangerous could that be?) Maybe I need to rethink this.

Generally when the kids protest these sorts of freedom restrictions my comeback is “I don’t care if you hate me, at least you’ll still be alive to hate me.” But perhaps there are worse things than death, like the humiliation of being seen trick or treating with your older sister..lol

Speaking of my son, he’s just beginning puberty. About a week or two ago, he came running up to me, all damn excited. “Mom! I got a pube!” and he pulled his pants down just far enough for me to see it. One. One little pubic hair. Too fucking funny. I told him not to pluck it and he was aghast at the thought. He’s been waiting 11 years for that pubic hair..lol

He’s been super resistant lately about doing things for himself (picking up on too much by watching me serve Master, me thinks.) So I’ve been super resistant about doing anything for him. We’re butting heads but I will win. I always do. I do make breakfast and pack lunches, but he was sitting on the couch and asked me to load his book bag up this morning. Well.. gosh.. um. No.

“B-man,” I said. “When a parent has a child, they are given 18 years to turn that squealing diaper wearing baby into an independent, functioning individual.” And here he starts rolling his eyes. He’s heard this before. “I only have 7 more years left with you, and you have yet to master the toaster. I am failing.”

It might get me eye rolls but he gets up and does it himself anyway.

But the washer and dryer?? I’m scared to let them touch it. Maybe I’ll just save that for the last month of my 18 years.

I have to go!

Happy Halloween everyone. :-)

~cunt

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