Halloween, oh how I love thee
I’ve long had a fascination for the macabre. I even dabbled in witchcraft for a while (which will come as no surprise to anyone who’s actually met me I’m sure).
As a child I wasn’t allowed to go trick or treating, my mum believed that it was begging. She still does truth be told. But I’m now I’m a fully grown adult (though that’s debatable in some circles) and I can do what I bloody well want! Obviously I don’t go banging on doors, dressed in my best costume, asking for sweets. No, I hide behind my children.
Halloween before children was quite exciting. Dressing up, and going out, possibly being unrecognisable, I found very liberating.
It’s great fun being a single young woman at Halloween. Getting ready as a group, doing each other’s make up and, inevitably, getting trashed before you leave the house. Come on, drink is expensive and we all do it – I still do!
Off you’d go to your local. I think it’s fair to say that the menfolk are harder to recognise at Halloween. They usually wear a full on mask so you’ve no idea who you’re flirting with (usually until it’s too late).
Before children you’ll likely be snogging the scream mask, or a werewolf by 10pm. And trick or treating was less begging for sweets and more discovering who was under the scream mask.
After children Halloween is a different affair. Instead of being (consensually) dragged down an alley by a drunken werewolf you’re being marched around dimly lit streets by a monster of your own making.
“Can we go trick or treating, Mummy?” cries Big L.
“I suppose so, if it’s organised properly”.
Trick or Treating in these parts is generally a civilised affair involving checking with neighbours first or, at the very least, only knocking on the doors of houses that have a pumpkin in the window. I appreciate this is not the case for everyone but for us it is.
A haul of sweets the size of the child’s head is to be expected. In fact I think we still have some from last year at the back of the cupboard somewhere.
Cue a gaggle of over excited monsters. The effort ranges from a mask bought from the supermarket to full on face-paint and home-made costume. I’ll leave to your imagination which category my children fit into. Hint: I don’t do crafts
Once the excitement has worn off and the kids are finally in bed we settle down to watch a horror film.
I used to love horror films but children ruined me. I still watch them but from under a blanket and with one eye shut. We watched IT the other night – I’m ruined now.
So yeah, Halloween BC and AC. Similar, yet oh so very different (basically there’s more sweets and less snogging).
This post was written as part of You Have to Laugh’s Write Club – you can find the other (much better) posts here: