And again, Halloween. I don’t like Halloween. The various reasons for this. When the children were little, I always cooked an extra scary menu. With three courses! There was then something like: the blood soup with the bone (tomato soup with celery, breadcrumbs), cooked the brain (Spaghetti chopped with minced meat pieces) and scary eyes (Raphael’s with glued-on eyes lenses – at Amazon). That was quite funny. For So long, until it was evening and the two of them on Trick-or-Treating would be allowed to go.

Since I have quite enjoyment of my children and the two would have quite liked even longer for me, I have you, of course, not in the dark, alone, to strangers ‘ doors, ring the bell, but watched everything from the particular driveway. Somehow, this has changed. If children ring the bell, I see never a mother’s care. My children were only the homes of the ring, in which a pumpkin was fired. That is the secret Code that the one who is ready for fun. Also seems to have changed. We have been here for years, and no pumpkin more, but in the evening it’s going to be here like at the Stachus.

After so you can have two hours in the cold, with No running around, and after a long discussion, finally go home, dig the two, of course, a whole mountain of their stolen sweets, while you swap in parallel with the various Goodies. Sour gummi bears two Snickers? From the many sugar you are finally turning so that they fall asleep before eleven and a pillow fight the next hunt. The candy supply to last for the next two weeks!

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Claudia Herrmann says about himself: “I am the best mother and the best wife. And certainly not the best daughter. Perfection, others may not – I. At some point I’ve decided that doesn’t matter to me. This works best with a huge dose of self-irony.”

©Private So I’m not dressing up!

I don’t like Halloween parties. It’s like Mardi Gras. I don’t celebrate any of the carnival because I like the Dress. Am virtually the Anti-Klum. In all of the areas. Figure and brain included. (How you assess that is your thing. I could be, for example, thinner and dumber!)

The children are now big, and go right on Halloween parties. This usually ends always in a Disaster, because on every Halloween Party any Drinks, and bowling are offered. About vampire blood (tomato juice, Gin, vodka, and Rum), poison Shot (Blue Curacao, Gin, vodka, Rum) and urine-special (orange juice, Gin, vodka, Rum). The young adults are of no use after that, each Time for two days to nothing.

shopping forget

During my Halloween evening, meanwhile, so that I Halloween for the first time completely forget, it dawns on me going to work at Home, because everywhere masked children running around. So I have to then I have to go shopping. And with the cheap stuff from Aldi it is not necessary to arrive with us here in the area in the first place. That would be embarrassing.

Once, it was dumb of me and I was not shopping for extra. When I Sultanbet eventually started, the bell children out of desperation, only the expensive Lindt chocolate, then the alcohol chocolates mitzugegeben and later on in the day money was offered, I found that this was not my brightest Moment. So now I’m always nicely prepared.

The Little ones are still sweet

at half past six it rings so in the Five minutes at the door. (Although we have no pumpkin! Not something pumpkin-Like!) I’m on the small toads and listen to on a night are 32 “Trick or Treat”. If you stall the children of the bowl, to catch the all at the same time greedy the fish to the best candy – while the regulated self: “Each of two things only! Each only two. Hey, did you hear that?! Only two! You too! You hear?!” Then they run off without a thank you.

At the beginning of the Evening was the cute Little that are quite sweet. But the later the evening becomes, the greater the children. Worst of all, the 12 -, 13-year-old verpickelten Half-Teenager, the show up against 21 o’clock, and the whole thing is rather out of boredom. Accordingly, the act also motivated. At half past ten I alternate the ring.

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And then there are our neighbors

My neighbor sees me and says she was glad when the kids ring her bell. In particular, understanding of my neighbor, also the Square in front of the Lord God. Sorry, but I’ve raised for 20 years, children and everything has always turned to the two. I think I may be annoyed a bit. Since not all children are cute!

Our next door neighbor has three children. She is the “go To shop I only use my self-made spelt-Jute bag vegan, gluten-free Eco-wool”type. The youngest child, we call it Ju-Ju-and-child, because it calls all the time, this word. Saturday morning, half eight. Bobby Car: Rrrrng Rrrrng Rrrrng and “Juuuuuu-Juuuuu!”. Sunday, lunch on the terrace: The child runs in front of our garden constantly up and down and yells “Juuuuu-Juuuuuu!”. In the afternoon, in the small lunch-Bobby-Car with “Juuuuuu-Juuuu NAP, again!”. I was sometime a pain in that way, that I have in the evening, pinched the Bobby-Car and hidden.

My husband has forced me to put it back, the party pooper! As the Ju-Ju-rumgeplärrt child again in front of our property, I have done so, as I would pour in a high arc to the hedge, but actually, I was just trying to make the child, in order for it to go away finally. My husband has been shaking his head, turned off the faucet. “It’s just water!”, I have drunk him unnerved.

God, how annoying!

If the Ju-Ju-has played a child, it has always screamed. It was always loud. It could not play quietly. At some point the child ceased to cry “Ju-Ju”, but it has the flutes started. Now let’s be Serious! What to bring to a because flute playing for life? I’d like to know. Is not that you are sitting with 21 comfortable drinking beer with friends around a campfire, and then someone says: “You, can you flute? Don’t you want to play what?”

it came As the Ju-Ju-to-child school age, declared it on the street festival at some point with näselnder voice that the adults could calmly take more consideration for the children. As I did not react, behind came: “Maybe some people shouldn’t even think about driving each way with the car, so that we can our goal not every Time to put away!” My husband pulled me away quickly.

This Fucking brat! Is true.

And then still complain!

you Know, what is my greatest Halloween-Scary? The Ju-Ju-kid comes every year! At the beginning, it has always been “Ju-Ju!” screamed instead of “Trick or Treat” and I stood in the door and my eye has been twitching quite funny. Meanwhile, the Ju-Ju-child says “Trick or Treat” and noted then blaming that none of the sweets of Bio-product. Or it asks you is Holy, why do we need both of two large, polluting cars. One would be safe enough, right? This little Wimps!

Each of the creeps on Halloween in front of what Others. I get the creeps’before the Ju-Ju-baby. Next year, I offer him organic carrots.