I’ve been failing at motivation for months. Months, guys.
And then a couple of days ago, my daughter and her plan-everything-a-year-in-advance mentality changed all of that.
Her: I want to be the Star Wars princess for Halloween.
Me: Which one?
Her: The 14-year-old one.
Me: Padme? Princess Amidala?
Her: Yeah, Amidala. With the makeup.
Me: I think we can probably do that. Your dad wants to go as Darth Maul anyway.
Her: We should all be Star Wars characters! You can be the princess with the hair, Mommy.
(The princess with the hair, if you were wondering).
8 months to get to a size that won’t embarrass me in a Leia costume. I want that badly enough to work for it.
And no, the slave costume is out of the question.