And a horrible mother. Confession: I hate Halloween. At least this year I do. I don't recall quite the loathing of Halloween that I'm experiencing this year, compared to years past. I'm not sure that I've ever really enjoyed Halloween...maybe when I had one wee little child to spend all day dressing up and getting all cute and excited to reach sugar highs of epic proportions, but I think, as I've added more children to my "need to get ready" list and more costumes to dream up/buy/plan, that Halloween has become, well, a burden. Somewhere along the way, it lost it's luster. It went from being a sparkly, glittery party day to a cobwebby, dark, musty smelling event that I trudge through and put up with for my kids. Know how many Halloween decorations I have out? 0 Yes, big, fat Z-E-R-O. Sure, life has been a special kind of crazy these last few months, so I s'pose I could blame it on that, too. In any event, I just settled 4 tired,