OK, I really don't hate Halloween. In fact, I really like the "holiday". I love to see well-done costumes and to watch my children have so much fun gathering all that candy and showing off their costumes. It's fun to watch them have fun. Even my office-mates enjoy the black-and-orange season. This morning we all walked downstairs to see the parade of three-year-old preschoolers come through in their costumes while trick-or-treating at the downtown businesses. We oohed and aahhed at the pirate, the princess, the flower and the pilot.

But I digress. What I don't like about Halloween is that I have no will power. There you have it. I hate that I can't resist all those treats. I've always had a sweet tooth. ALWAYS. No matter how hard I try or the different techniques I try (a cup of ice from Sonic often does the trick) to curb my desire for candy, I just can't. So when I'm faced with a bucket full of my favorite treats, there's usually no stopping me.

The kids had a Halloween party on Saturday where they played games for candy prizes. I resisted for several days, even forgot that the pumpkin buckets had handfuls of bite-size chocolate hiding at the bottoms. And then last night I had this terrible urge for candy. One peanut butter cup ought to do it, I thought. Well, I was wrong. Mini versions of Mike&Ike, Skittles and a Hershey bar were casualties.

I'm seriously considering asking the kids to donate much of their Halloween booty this year. I would allow them to pick out some of their favorites, to have several pieces on Halloween night, leave enough that they could have their fill for close to a week and then dump some into a community candy bin we keep for treat nights.

The problem then becomes where to donate it. Even if I take it to work to "share" with my coworkers, I'll be tempted to eat it. Ditto with The Mr.'s office. Any ideas?