Stress was already high at our house with a potential move looming, so our nerves were pretty shredded even before the prospect of facing a screwed up bed time routine and sugar crashing children entered the picture. So we gritted our teeth and….were pleasantly surprised.
The alcohol def-con started the night at 4, but never inched higher. There were no costume mishaps, no spills, no tears, no boneless meltdowns. There was definitely some candy and hyperactivity, but it all crested and crashed to have both Elsa and Tink sleeping by nine. A veteran of five Halloweens now, I’ll take that.