When it comes to holidays, Halloween is a pretty creepy one. I am not big into Halloween like many people we know. It takes so much effort, so much stress, so much money, for basically an hour and a half of Hell.
Halloween has changed so much since we were kids. Going trick or treating with the boys over the last few years has been almost sad, when comparing generations...
I would venture to say only a third of the houses, if not less, had their porch lights on. And many had their porch lights on, and didn't answer the door. What's up with those people?!
Guilty as charged though. When it came to Halloween antics at work, I could have been the workplace Scrouge. Just not into it.
That being said, at about 11am Halloween morning, I began to see the day through the eyes of my 11 and 7 year old boys, and this deep dark Zombie like feeling began to creep into our bloody brains.
We hit a pumpkin patch. We listened to scary Halloween songs like the theme to Ghostbusters. We carved evil pumpkins and roasted the pumpkin seeds. We turned into Zombies; flesh decaying, blood dripping. We entered the Apocalyptic state of seeing demonic friends and taking candy from the hands of untrustful beady-eyed strangers.
Light sabers, chains and bloody knives in hand, we bravely ventured into the darkness known as Halloween Night....
Which truly is Hell.
Constant screaming at the kids to watch out for cars.
Stopping them from going to houses without the porch light on until you are hoarse in the voice.
Listening to the wails of tortured children whose mask is too hot or the costume is too itchy.
Stumbling down the dark streets with an aching inside, wishing a complete stranger would heed your hidden desires and hand you an ice cold beer. Or 12.
And then the carnage begins.
The kids beg and lie and eat more candy and chocolate than is humanly allowable just before bedtime.
They fight you over taking a shower, wanting to rather wallow in their decaying, bloody, Zombie like chocolate induced coma in their bedsheets.
Finally, after all the threats, tears and after a particularly dirty Zombie named Matthew needed not one, but 2 showers, it is bedtime.. And in mid sentence, the boys are asleep.
And then a scowling wife is saying in no way in Hell is a particular Zombie Dadman winking at her is looking sexy, and it's time to take 2 showers yourself, one hot and one cold mister!
Then laughs, and comes out wearing a Red Sox jersey and high heels... How do you like my costume she says?
And suddenly I see the beauty in this creepy Halloween Holiday!
Oh Happy Halloween!
I wonder what I'll be next year... I hope it's another home run. Wink Wink
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