We love Halloween. Well, I’m not sure if Husband really loves it, but the rest of us here in Fringeland do, so he smiles along. Man Child has been Jack Skellington twice, all three of my kiddos knew all the lyrics to the soundtrack of the Nightmare Before Christmas before they knew their ABCs. This afternoon there’s going to be a party in my building for the kiddos. A nice idea, and so I went out early this morning to hit the grocery store. I saw a meme thingie on Facebook for mummy-hot dogs, what a great idea! Easy, not too pricey, something in addition to candy to eat. OK, I’m using tofu dogs, but still. My sweetie is really looking forward to this. I’m not sure why, but the Halloween oogie boogies, ghosts, vampires, and banshees don’t bother her at all. (no gore though, please)
You don’t get the house to house trooping through dusk here in the city, we do vertical trick or treating, for the most part. This has its advantages, no worries about your little superhero freezing in a costume.
I didn’t leave early enough. The train reeked of young adults on their way home (subway of shame?) with last night’s booze steaming from their pores. Cold outside, hot in the tunnels, lots of vodka sweat.
Then the store was packed. I was on line longer than it took me to finish my shopping–on both floors!
Fine. I get back to my neighborhood and decide to stop in to the temporary Halloween store before going home. Meant I was lugging groceries, but didn’t have Flower Child with me. Sounds mean, doesn’t it? I mean, here I am, going into the store to get make-up for her costume, but preferred to do so without her. Bad, bad mama. Practical mama, too. Flower Child cannot make decisions. I don’t know why or what misfiring synapses cause this, but she can’t decide. Ever. On anything. So something like standing in front of a wall of makeup to decide which tubes of face paint could take two hours–and result in both of us needing to go home and crash–screw the mummies, let those other kids eat candy corn. But I’m being a good mama today, damn it! Supporting creative costumes! Buying ghoulish makeup! Supplying tofu mummies! So I went without her.
Great! Except now I’m looking at a wall of theatrical makeup, trying to decide what looks easiest to apply, wash off, most versatile, trying to fit into the budget. Halloween costumes have come a LONG way since I was a kid. I know, it’s hard to believe, but I was once a kid. Wore my mother’s gold hoop earrings, red lipstick from my grandma, and a black nylon blouse from my mother’s closet–voila! A gypsy! I’m sorry, it was long before the idea of gypsies being politically incorrect for a Halloween costume hit Brooklyn. Anyway, here I was and somehow, I ended up one too-rapid breath from a full blown panic attack in the store. What. The. Fuck.
I’ve had panic attacks before, but not in years. Years and years. Multiple children and lifetimes ago. A tube of gray face paint had caught my eye. The exact shade of gray I’ve seen on Flower Child too many times during seizures. I don’t know what happened, I really don’t. I mean, I know, it’s scary shit watching your kiddo turn colors human beings were never meant to be, hearing a shriek like no other as the air is pushed out of their lungs, watching them stop breathing, feeling completely powerless, wondering if this will end quickly or be one of the ones that goes on and on until you’re in the ER reporting the sequence of events to the 18th doctor. But it’s Halloween! Fun scary, not mama’s flipping her lid for absolutely no reason whatsoever scary.
Flower Child was fine when I left, fine when I got home. She’s happily playing with the makeup I grabbed. I didn’t buy the gray.
Happy Halloween to you and the fringelings! Can’t imagine how frightening that moment in the store was for you. (((HUGS))) You are a great mom and I hope you all have an awesome time.
Thanks Diana ❤
Wanna wrap mummies with me? 😉
Wish I could just come over and do exactly that! How exactly is that done – I’m curious!
One of those things I swore I’d never do, total cheating–cut strips of canned crescent rolls for the bandages, wrap around dog, mustard/ketchup for eyes! 😀
A great idea – way better than buns!
They were a hit, every last one gone 😀
I think I was a gypsy for Halloween no fewer than 5 times. Flowing skirts? LOTS of jewelry? It may or may not have shaped the way I like to dress now.
Hah! You, me, and Stevie Nicks :p
I hope your Halloween is a bloody great one,for me it is just the 35th birthday of my baby brother
Nothing scarier than a panic attack, mrs fringe.
I take it back. Lots of things are scarier. But when you’re in the throes of one of those things, knowing it ain’t so bad doesn’t factor in, doesn’t compute. And even when you’re telling yourself to get a grip, somehow that terror grabs you by the throat and common sense flies out the window. You have to breathe. Find your center. Then you pick up your stuff and head on home and make sure your little angel’s okay.
Things that go bump happen day as well as night. I’m glad it happened in the day, though. I’m glad you got home and found Flower Child safe and sound. Good thing, leaving that gray behind.
Thanks kk. ❤
Funny, how that telling yourself to get a grip never works quite the way it does in a manuscript, isn't it?
Here’s another blog I’m going to have to start following and reading! When am I gonna have time to take a walk in the park?
LOL, Welcome to Mrs Fringe, Jeff! 😀
So glad you stopped by, come again and join the conversation 🙂
I know! Blogging, reading other blogs, commenting on them, working on the WIP and. umm, life…not a whole lot of time for birdwatching these days. 😀