First day of NaBloPoMo, here I come! I’m ready! (I think.) Leave me alone I was snortin’ crack of Brit’s Brit’s tatas.

I’ve been in and out of this funk off and on for a couple week now, and obviously some days are better then other. Take yesterday for example: not one of the best. Maybe over sleeping, dunno. With today being Halloween, there couldn’t be a better day to overdose on sugary and chocolatey goodness, which would surely lift my spirits; even if it’s a momentary sugar high.

Halloween used to be my favourite holiday. How could it not be with candy, staying up late and dressing up as anything I wanted to be? Though, never took full advantage as I was never creative with costumes: witch, nerd, punk rocker, Madonna and Tim Horton’s drive thru zombie (which was a friend’s work uniform and bad make-up) to name a few. Bor-ing. And I’ve managed to pass a little bit of that bore onto my child. Already. Nothing creative and the past two years we’ve waited until the last minute to fight the crowds for the left over costumes.

He’s taken to being very grumpy and uncooperative when it comes to wearing his costumes. He gets it from his father I think. Last year’s Devil costume was a fight in itself just to get the stupid horns to stay on his head. Because gasp! he must wear his summer hat. At. All. Times. This year, much like last, has been a quarrel to say the least.

Amongst the last minute shoppers at the local WalMart, we fought to find one of the few remaining toddler costumes which were apparently unisex. Uh huh. Fairy wings and princess costumes. Right. Amidst the jumble of disheveled wings and halos we found a monkey and an elephant; since monkeys have been a hit lately, we settled ad vacated as quickly as possible while the screaming toddler let his displeasure be known to the ENTIRE store.

Excited that we actually found something, I made him try it on when we got home; just too see how ridiculous the enlarged head of a so called monkey would be on him.

With an ear piercing squeal he announced “NOOOOOOO MONKEY. NO! NO! NO!”

He won’t wear it. He hates it. So I removed it, and let it rest until this morning, where he had to dress for daycare.

Getting dressed in the morning is a feat in itself; adding a stupid costume which has already been vilified did not entirely help the situation.

But in the end. Mommy 1 Toddler 0. So far.

We’ll see when we get to the party and my child is in his regular street clothes, clutching his blanket, snot all over his face and screaming: “NOOOOOOO MONKEY. NO! NO! NO!”

What could I try and pass him off as then? A teenager? A bratty toddler? Oh, I know. A child afraid of monkeys.

See. Not creative with these costume things.

Carter may end up with these costumes if I don’t smarten up.