Boo – Who?
I had a pretty nice day…until….I came home and found that we had been ‘Boo’d’: a neighborhood Halloween tradition that I have never-ever enjoyed. It is like a live chain letter in the form of treats bestowed on the neighbor and they in turn must ‘Boo’ 2 other houses (treats and all).
So, the ‘Boo’ happens and I am not at all amused…but somehow my codependent-rule-following side of me perks up and says “I have to do this”. So instead of winding down my day to settle in with dinner and homework, I spend my early evening focused on getting treats at CVS, taking the form letter to Staples to copy and then as the absence of light descends on our neighborhood I go to the two closest houses where I know there are kids and I place my packages and run.
Here are my added peeves about this:
MY KIDS ARE TEENAGERS. This does not register as cool to them, so this “cute” trick/treat – became my job. Of course they noshed on the candy which THEY DO NOT NEED!
and….Why the “F” did I follow through with it? Why did I not let the whole game end with our house? I could have done that. That was a possibility. No one would expire if we stopped there.
and…normally I would reward my grumpy-mcgrumpster attitude with a glass of wine….but alas, I am not drinking as of late. I am doing a month-long cleanse (and I’m extending it for another month), so I only consume on very special occasions and “booing” neighbors does not register as special…it registers as inane!
So now I Haiku:
Booing is not cool
The tradition makes me grumpy
Why did I fall prey?