People were dumping handfuls, handfuls of candy into their bags.
You would never know we were in the middle of a double dip recession in this neighborhood. Never in a million years.
I even brought extra bags because last year we had frigging meltdown after meltdown when the bag was too heavy and all I heard was, "I can't carry it anymore...this is too much like work...I don't even like Starburst." You could have followed our candy trail all the way back home from all the shit Alex unloaded just to get back to the house.
Being the smart girl that I am I actually remembered last year (pausing for a momentary shudder) and thought to myself, "hummmm maybe I should bring an extra bag or two."
It was a good thing I did as I was the one lugging the heavy bags home.
And here's what I don't get, I'll never understand. The kids can have two or three pieces of candy and then walk away. THEY WALK AWAY. How do they do that?
I don't have the desire or, and this is the important part, the ability to walk away.
I have single handedly reduced their candy supply by one-third and I'm no where near close to being finished. I have not seen a Twix or Baby Ruth since last year and let me tell you, it's been a long time coming. A long time coming.
|They used to have two more bags but yours truly ate that too.|
And here's the thing, I don't do this late at night after everyones sleeping or when they're at school. I'm working on this stuff all day. Do you know how good Milk Duds taste with coffee? Or how good a handful of Snickers are before dinner??
I made the mistake of counting how many wrappers were in the trash by my own hand and I counted nineteen excluding the one that I was currently working on.
And that was before I even went to pick the kids up from school.
The only thing that I keep thinking of is, "thank God I'm not diabetic."
And I'm too weak to upend the candy buckets into the trash. The kids could care less at this point but I don't have the ability to pitch it. I can't do it. There are starving kids in China for Christ's sake. Such a waste to throw it out. But more than that, I want to eat it. All of it. Even those shitty lemon Starburst.
I'm loathe to admit it but candy is my crack. And Mama wants her crack. Mama needs her crack. My God, I'm a slave to my kids Halloween candy. I actually dumped a whole bucket out on the counter to ferret out the last Twix and then told the kids to back away, nice and slow. I need my fix.
What the hell is wrong with me???
Wait. Nobody answer that.