Halloween, Vol. 2, Issue 2: Tricky Things

Let's go back about a week. It's Halloween day. A mostly normal day. 

We decided this year that we were going to trick-or-treat at the mall and save their little legs/our backs from walking the neighborhood. 

We got 'em dressed. Claire was cool with her costume. Grace, not so much. She mostly hated the hair. But I think she hated the implication that she may terrorize my house as much as Thing 1 and Thing 2 do in Cat in the Hat. I told her "Hey, if the blue hair fits." She didn't find it amusing. So, we ditched the wig until the mall, hoping we could sneak it back on once we got there.

We got there, we tricked, we treated, and the girls loved seeing all of the other kiddos. The Dr. Seuss-inspired costumes -- created by my little sister and I -- were a huge hit. And we even got Grace to wear the wig. Things were going good. 

We ate pizza at a nearby pizza place afterwards and then headed home. This is where things started to go down hill. I was getting more and more tired as the minutes ticked by. Not only had I got up at 4 a.m. for work that day, but then I worked an 11-hour day, rushed around trick-or-treating and I was getting a touch cranky. 

Ok, ok, a lot cranky. 

We put the girls to bed and waited for them to fall asleep. And waited. And waited. 

At 10:45 they were still talking and my work day was about five hours away. 

I decided to just go to bed, thinking for sure they would conk out soon. I got my purse, dug around looking for my phone (a.k.a my alarm for the morning). It wasn't there. 

I looked in my coat pockets. My car. In my jeans. Purse again. In the living room. Bathroom. Kitchen. Car. Bedroom. Purse again. 

My family even helped me look for it. Under the couch. On the table. Under the papers on the table. Under the table. In the shoes under the table. 

Finally, I got Scott's phone and just started calling it. I probably called it 10 times before I told everyone "LOOK, I'M SURE I LOST IT. I DON'T CARE ABOUT MY PHONE ANYMORE. I'M JUST TIRED AND WANT TO GO TO BED." 

Like I said, I was a tad cranky. 

I walk down the hallway to the bedroom and the girls are STILL chatting away in their room. Completely done with this day, I push opened the door to find out what in world could be keeping these girls awake. 

Expecting a pitch black room, I was a bit startled to see everything in the room. Claire sitting in her bed, facing Grace's. Grace laying on her tummy, feet up in the air, ankles crossed -- with the source of the glow in her hands. 

My phone.

Trick-or-treat, indeed. Trick-or-treat, indeed.