~~~~ by Adeline Kovaè~~~~~

Zombie Day for Mummy~~~~~

So who decided Halloween was a kids’ holiday anyway?  It had to be some single man.

This one day of the year I don’t have to shower. My clothes don’t have to match let alone be clean without a wrinkle.  I can leave the Fabreeze and perfume under the bathroom cabinet and not worry about “that smell” that follows me any place.

I don’t have to spend any time trying to control the insane rat’s nest that is my natural curly hair, nor do I need to try to find the bobby pins or other pretty things that were lost in it the night before.

If my face wasn’t washed before bed on the 30^th because my straw out lasted my box of wine and my mascara moved from my eyes to my chin and forehead, I am sure to win the best zombie contest without effort.  Talk about a celebration day!

So what if my kids are layered in old costumes that don’t make sense? They leave at 4pm and return five hours later with pillow-case-sized grocery bags full of food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next week, maybe longer. I don’t have to go up and down every grocery isle comparing prices because it was all free. The kids had to plan out which houses had the best goodies.  Wahoo!  No planning on my part at all!

Plus, as the holiday evening progresses, and I make the kids go to bed, then I get to pull the best loot out of the bags for myself, and search for a new crazy straw for my box of Chill-able Red and a great piece, or five, of quality chocolate for a wonderful pairing.

So you tell me, what Mom would turn down being who she is on the inside visibly on the outside, get rewarded for it all day, and still have no responsibility in it?  Not this one!

Halloween was made for Moms.  Screw Mother’s Day. Bring on the pumpkin heads and zombie moms.