How I Survive the Chaos and Clutter of Halloween
I SPEND MUCH of my marriage (well, the parts I share on social media) making what I hope is good-natured fun of the man I call #clutterhusband. I’ll chronicle the stray socks, the dining table heaped with returns, the blatantly ignored P-touched pantry shelves. On October 1, and not a day before, I push aside my taste for tidiness and calm, and I indulge my husband’s passion for my least favorite holiday. Plastic bins of decorations line the driveway. A cocktail party’s worth of eight-foot animatronic ghouls hang out in the dining room. I hide behind a book while neighborhood kids gather on our lawn, wondering when Mr. Steve will come out to toss the first decapitated head over the tree branches, signaling the start of Halloween. For one month, I watch…