Okay, so Halloween is tomorrow. Which means that Tim and I will be holed up in the bedroom until the onslaught of trick-or-treaters is over.
Because, yeah, we’re that house: the one that doesn’t give out candy. Even though we live next door to a park and so are practically begging for dressed up kids to knock on our door.
This all began last year when I forgot to stock up on candy until the day of. At that point, the drugstore shelves were probably bare. Also, I can’t remember whether it was out of laziness or actual energy problems, I just didn’t want to leave the house.
Plus, that candy ain’t cheap!
And so we ended up being frugal by being mean. Whether you take “mean” as stingy or as just being doodoo heads is up to you. I feel like both definitions work.
Yes, I know that I’m under no obligation to fork over candy to the adorable (if slightly entitled/greedy) kids. But it feels somewhat miserly to shut them out. Not so much that I’ll go get candy, mind you, but still…
The first year we were in the house I actually did give out candy. I bought two big bags somewhere like Costco. While I enjoyed seeing the costumes and cute, expectant faces, I didn’t really enjoy the night as a whole.
First of all, I was trying to get stuff done — we had just moved in, after all — and kept being interrupted at odd intervals.
Second, I felt a little bad about the offerings. As a kid, I always hated getting the stuff that I was now giving out. Except Smarties, those vaguely flavored, sugary circles rocked.
Third, I wasn’t sure how much to give out and quickly ran through the first bag. But after I opened the second bag, the visits slowed to a trickle. I was stuck with most of a (large) bag of candy that I didn’t particularly want. I ate the good stuff and then stuffed the rest in a drawer somewhere. I found it about nine months later and, given its age, thew it out.
And even if I had gotten the good candy, I’d have eaten too much of it. Hopefully, that’d be after the kids stopped coming. Realistically? I plead the fifth.
Either way, the scenario entails me being far too close to chocolate, which doesn’t help me lose the couple of pounds at FinCon. Yes, in a week. There were delicious meals, and we bought too many snacks for our hotel room. Don’t judge me.
Point being, I’m trying to avoid being around large amounts of chocolate. Especially in small packages. Those allow me to pretend that I’m not really eating all that much.
So, yeah, I’m going to save the $15-25 I would otherwise have spent. I’ll even bank those savings to ensure this decision helps our finances.
Even so, this plan feels miserly and kind of negative. On the other hand, it’s a way to be frugal and watch our beloved Hulu in peace. Guess which one wins.
Do you guys ever give out Halloween candy? Do you ever find yourself being frugal out of meanness?