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“It’s 4 in the morning, what are you doing up?” I mumbled. “Zombies”, Little Guy mumbled back.

Let me tell you something. Zombies are real. No, not the decaying, flesh-eating kind, but there are other breeds of zombies and they are real. I was one for the rest of the day.

First, there are the zombies in little kids’ dreams and they are very real. I used to be a kid who laid awake for hours in the middle of the night, too scared to set foot off the bed lest a gnarled hand grab my ankle and drag me into the darkness. In the winter, I used to wait for the furnace to run so that I could go to the bathroom. The bathroom was downstairs off the kitchen, and I was sure that there was something living in the crawl space of the wood shed. If it heard me, it would creep through the portal and with no windows in the bathroom, there would be no escape. Just about anything could set me off for weeks. I was banned from watching Dr. Who! I was forced to spend Saturday afternoons entertaining myself either outside or in my bedroom so my brother and mother could watch the Monster Movie Matinees, like the Creature from the Black Lagoon. Even the ads for this movie scared me…

I still have nightmares. I still wake up screaming and striking out against unseen things (it really hurt when I kicked the top bunk). I still don’t watch monster movies. I can’t sleep in a room with a ceiling fan, and the door has to be closed. If something is coming to “get me”, I want to hear it coming and go down fighting.

So when Little Guy said “zombies” I knew that for him, they were real!

The other kind of zombies…are parents! Parents with hungry babies. Or parents of kids that just “want to rock and roll all night”. Or parents with kids who wake them in the night because they are scared of zombies. We are the pasty white, dishevelled “living dead” strolling down the streets and moaning. We are the ones wearing mismatched shoes and clothes that aren’t buttoned properly down the front – we know we look bad and we just don’t care! And if you catch us at a bad moment, we might just take your head off.

Yes, zombies are real. And after last night, Little Guy, you have turned this Mom into one. Sweet dreams!

Happy Weekend!