Being a Mother is Exhausting Sometimes!

So here we are, two days before Halloween, and I am hurrying to finish sewing my son's costume.

Wait- did she say sewing? Yes, I did.

One of the constant battles between my mainstream hubby and I is the Sew-or-Buy Costume debate. Every year in September, Halloween is mentioned. I bring up a cute costume idea I could sew... and Habibi jumps in about how it's easier to buy a costume. After weeks of my husband telling me we were going to buy a costume, before and after our move, here I sit... sewing a costume. A couple of days ago Habibi finally "felt like" (ugh, such a man thing) going out to search the city for a costume shop, which ultimately led to what we knew would happen; they'd be out of the costume he wanted. So then we looked for alternate costumes, finally find one our demanding four-year-old would deem acceptable... and quickly discover another problem.

Ohhh the joys of having an awkwardly sized child. Though Chuugie is only four years old, he has a long torso. So long, in fact, that we buy him size 7 shirts. When looking through costumes, we realized something quite infuriating!

Small 4-6
Medium 8-10

WHERE is the size 7!? Of course the size small was too small! And the size medium was definitely too large.

Habibi decides to buy the medium anyway, hoping that maybe I could take the seams in and shorten the sleeves and pant legs. Unfortunately, after getting home and trying the costume on the kiddo, we realized that it wouldn't be possible to do the fixes we had hoped. The costume is a one-piece black jumpsuit with bones stitched all over in the traditional skeletal fashion. When we pulled the costume on Chuug, we realized the bones were too long as well.

At first, I felt defeated. All of the costumes were sized this way and it would be impossible to find one just a few days before Halloween that would not only fit appropriately but appease the kiddo. It wasn't until we were in Wal Mart (suffering another Hiccup in the food department between the hubby and I) that the thought occurred to me to buy a pair of black sweatpants and a black sweatshirt.

Once home, I began the tedious task of unstitching the bones from the cheap black jumpsuit (that somehow cost an arm and a leg) and finally began the even more tedious (and at some points infuriating and painful) stitching of the bones to the sweatsuit. I had to cut some of the larger bones in half and shorten them down, which is just adding to the pile of work!

I'm hoping I can finish this in time, so I need to stop typing and get back to it.

Oh, the thing we do for our kids. Being a mother is so exhausting.