The children are super hyped up from sugar, still, even though we really tried to limit it today. Matt took all their Halloween candy and lined them all up and said, "let's talk politics. This is your candy, right?" They all nodded. "well, I'm going to take all your candy and combine it in this big bag together. This is called Redistribution of Candy. Every day you can have some if you're good, but every day I'm going to take some too, even though it's not mine. That's called Taxation." Laughed hysterically to myself while the children cried and whined.
Halloween with five children is what I imagine it would be like to take some mind altering drug, like crack.
So anyway, I shouldn't really be blogging because I'm not ready for school tomorrow, other than picking out clothes for all the children and doing six loads of laundry. I CANNOT WAIT for uniforms. This year is practically a uniform but one step further and I'll be on easy street. I always felt cheated that we didn't have a uniform at school. What't the point of going to boarding school if you can't also have a uniform? The complaint ultimately sounds hollow--oh yeah, well I had to drive two days on an unpaved road and we had to eat oatmeal and there was no dating allowed....Did you have a uniform?....No..... Well, it couldn't have been that bad.
Matt is shouting for back up. We've been alternating between buying a small turkey and a giant piece of pork every week, cooking it on Monday night and eating it all week. Sometimes we reconstitute it, sometimes we just carve bits off and plunk it on a plate. Pork and Candy. What a delicious week we'll be having.