A Wrench In My Plan

The closer we get to it, the more I think about Halloween. Part of my preoccupation is due to my school’s decision to celebrate Halloween on Friday the 28th rather than Monday the 31st. While I appreciate that it’s much easier to hold our dance and other shenanigans on a Friday afternoon and have the weekend to come back to earth (the kids) and recover (the staff), moving the dress-up date to Friday has really interfered with my costume completion schedule, which I laid out in September.

Please don’t think I’m an over-scheduler, the type of tension headache all the time person who knows what’s happening at every moment of the day. I have a vague timeline in mind for most things. Generally, I buy slacks with reinforced pockets since I spend so much of my life flying by the seat of my pants. I have a day timer, but I rarely manage to fill it out. Maybe it’s because I have to make lesson plans for every day I teach, and extra-strength lesson plans if I’m away from school and a sub runs the show; it’s quite possible I shrug off scheduling my “real” life because I’m so tired of scheduling my work life.

What would you do if someone moved Christmas, and you suddenly had to have your shopping and wrapping and baking and tree-trimming done three days early? Uh huh. Your battleship would be similarly sunk. I’m taking on water because someone moved the freaking holiday, and I can’t adjust to the change.

Truthfully, I’ve been swamped at work and the costume has been pushed to the sidelines. It’s leaning against the wall in my kitchen as I type, whispering that I need to get off the laptop and go pay it some attention already. For those interested, my Halloween costume sounds like Barry White with a head cold and laryngitis. Speaking from the bottom of a well.

Whatever the reason, I lost three days of work time on my costume, had more critical things to do, and it’s down to the wire here, folks. I briefly considered wearing one of my old costumes, but I figure the kids have already seen me as a zebra. My grammatical nightmare costume requires too much explanation. Last year, I went as Little Dead Riding Hood (because hey, I needed an excuse to practice zombie makeup) to rave reviews. I’ve never repeated a costume to work, and all my outfits have been homemade, so I hate to break tradition now.

The other problem: I told a bunch of people how completely awesome my costume will be this year. In terms of numbers, we’re talking the number of grapes in a bunch rather than the number of bananas in a bunch. How is it that I’m always my worst enemy?

Wait! I told all of you how incredible my costume is going to be. This just keeps getting worse!

Let’s not talk about the fact that I’ve known for weeks and just didn’t get things done, okay? Life has been stupidly busy again. I’ve largely dug my own grave, which is highly appropriate for this holiday season. If you’ll excuse me, I have some gesso and paint to apply to my super secret costume.

Do you think the Great Pumpkin could help me?

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. You are going to post a picture of this amazing costume – complete or not, right? I am in total suspense now!

    1. Well, as I type this, The Electrician is in my garage working at it with a jigsaw. Let’s hope it’s done. My hope is to post a photograph of me all decked out in my Halloween finery. Perhaps we should refer to it as my “Halloweenery.”

  2. Cinderella says:

    Uhmmmm, uh-oh. Praying to the great pumpkin may be necessary:)

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