Procrastinating Perfectionist

This is what I have been lovingly labeled by my sister and brother in law.  Most recently proven by this year's Halloween. For months, Adam had been obsessed with ghosts.  He would run around the house scaring us with his boo boos over his head.  He would squeal with delight every time we would pull off the blanket and say "oh phew!  It's just Babers!"  So when it came time for Halloween costumes he knew right away that he wanted to be a ghost.  I thought, perfect, what a fun idea that is so HIM right now and super adorable to do a homemade costume from a sheet.  So the week leading up to the big Halloween festival at school I started collecting accessories, white tights, white shorts, a headband to hold the sheet in place, and a twin white sheet.  Two days before the festival we draped the sheet and cut it to size.  It was perfect.  Now I just needed to make the eye holes a bit bigger and draw a face.  Which could wait until Friday.  Then Friday came.  Of course I had volunteered to make cutout cookies for the festival, and of course I had not started them yet.  So right after Adam decides not to nap, he and I mix up the dough.  Until I find ants in the sugar.  Ugh.  So I pack up both kids (Lake is not happy about this) and we head to Ralph's.  I consider for a moment making something more simple.  But I cannot bring myself to do it.  Halloween cutouts are too cute.  So we get back and bake the cookies.  Then I decide around 6:00 that we better put the finishing touches on his costume.  That's when I realize that there is no way a toddler can actually wear a sheet over his head and function in any real way.  Disaster.  I try bigger eye holes.  I try arm holes.  But the poor kid feels so trapped and disoriented under the sheet he doesn't even want to have it on any more.  So at 7:00, after some emergency FaceTime with the Hinkles, I call defeat and pack up the two kids again to go to a costume store.  On the Friday night before Halloween.  With two over tired hungry kids in tow.  Yikes.  After multiple stops we finally find one that he doesn't end up wearing.  Thankfully Alex met us after his dinner so I wasn't totally alone trying to get them home.  Adam got a pretzel at target for dinner and Lake got fed in the parking lot.  We get home and decide his costume for the party the next day at 9am is just too lame and we pull out all of his fire chief gear.  Thank goodness for fire truck obsessions (wish I would have remembered this hours earlier).  Then around 10:30 I finally start frosting the cookies.  Procrastinating Perfectionist.