Any mom of younger kids who takes Halloween even semi-seriously--and that's probably 75 per cent of moms in America--is tired right now. So, the night before Halloween, there might be at least hundred and fifty million zombie-moms walking around in this country, just barely keeping their eyes open, having finished up last-minute Halloween costumes, having volunteered for school Halloween parties and festivals, having raced to the grocery store for last-minute Halloween candy, having carved their damn pumpkins (I still haven't done the latter--tomorrow morning's project), having trundled their kids off to bed after they stayed up way too late dreaming about their trick-or-treat adventures.
Zombie Moms should have an agreed-upon universal signal to tell each other who they are. Arms lifted at a ninety degree angle combined with dropped jaws?
Lucky for us, there's always the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays coming up--in which to kick back and relax while our husbands do all the heavy lifting.
Did I mention that I have a vivid imagination?
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