I am not a fan of Halloween. I attribute this to the fact that I grew up in the country, where you just don’t get much opportunity to do Halloween. And I’ve never particularly enjoyed being scared. Some people love scary stuff. I am not one of those people.
Spawn and my husband, however, love the scary stuff. Love the paranormal and the spine tingling. Love skeletons and spiders and vampires and the like. So I am outnumbered around here.
We are letting Spawn have another Halloween party, since Halloween falls on a weekend again this year, and we have precious little time left before we become a social liability. To that end, I dragged out the two huge tubs of Halloween decorations and let my two kids (the 9-year-old and the 45-year-old) festoon our yard and home with all things otherworldly.
Every year my husband preys upon my sensibilities by putting spooky decorations in unlikely places, like a rubber rat in the shower. He’s a funny one, that man. But rather than give him the satisfaction of scaring me and pissing me off, I have adopted a “fight fire with fire” policy. So when he puts the rat in the shower, I wait until he’s asleep and I put it in his laptop case.
Except this year, the rat is in a state of disrepair… his tail falls off. So instead of the Halloween hijinks with the rat, my husband and my child have adopted some new players in the “Scare Mama” game: a ghost, a spider, and a raven.
On Sunday night I found the ghost resting on the soap in the shower, the spider guarding my toothpaste in the drawer, and the raven peeking out at me from behind my pillow. At this point I am not sure who’s put what where, especially since Spawn was asking some very pointed questions earlier in the evening as to whether I brushed my teeth before bed every night. As it turns out, the two of them are in cahoots. Spawn is the ideas person and my husband is the muscle.
I am glad the two of them are building memories, even though I am the butt of their jokes in the process. However, I could really do without a raven perched on my steering wheel when I am late for work.