I think I’ve finally recovered. I had to take some time for self-reflection and I think I’ve finally rediscovered my true self (not my YCS…she’s long gone and I still haven’t really dealt with that, which is why I drink, dress and party in a manner that is just sad for someone of my age!). No, I’ve had to reconcile my inner self with my public persona.
I came to a crossroads recently that left me questioning myself. I think that at some point, everyone is faced with that one defining moment when you have to decide where your values really lie and what kind of person you truly want to be. Do you quietly acquiesce as life pushes you into newer, uncomfortable decisions or do you stay the course, remaining steadfast to the path you’ve set for yourself? These are decisions that don’t come easy. Even if you hold tightly to your true course in life, transient thoughts will often invade your mind, making you question everything you’ve ever held dear. And so, I faced this question myself. Do I want to continue to acquire new skills that, were I a traditional female, I should have mastered years ago, or continue on my course as a slacker mom?
Okay, enough with all the soul-searching verbiage. Basically, it was before Halloween and I had a hard time deciding if I wanted to skate by and throw the kids into some crappy, but easy to assemble costumes or show up the other mothers make my kids happy. Well, The Oldest wanted to be Indiana Jones, not too hard, right? The Middle has been practicing his Jedi mind tricks (which means he’s been fucking with my mind a lot lately). The Baby was clueless about the concept, which is a HUGE bonus for me, and yes, I realize that this precious time won’t last long.
After I spent some time considering my options, and the overpriced, poorly constructed, commercial Halloween costumes available in our local chain stores, I decided that even I could come up with a decent costume (and at a considerable savings!). Now, don’t get bent out of shape just yet. I haven’t belied my skills as a mom. I don’t do many most of the things that traditional moms are expected to do. I don’t iron, I barely cook or clean and I don’t sew (oh, and don’t even think about inviting me to your damn scrap booking party because I’d rather hot glue my labia together). Not only do I not sew, my husband once had to buy new shorts because we were about to go on vacation and the button had fallen off of his favorite shorts. Don’t judge me, he could have picked up gone out and bought a needle and thread just as easily as I could have! So, what was it that made me think I could pull off Halloween costumes? Well there is a secret arsenal available to slacker moms like myself. If you are a traditional mom, you may not even know that these things exist, but if you look very closely at the hemlines or cuffs of your children’s classmates you may notice…fabric glue and iron-on adhesive. That’s right, there are moms who use that crap for actual clothing repair and construction. Now, I did mention an iron. However, it doesn’t involve true ironing skills, you simply hold a hot iron against something that melts, and who hasn’t accidentally done that a million times?
So, my Halloween plans were lining up. I bought all of my supplies and carefully planned each step of my creative process. Here’s what I didn’t figure on: making a damn Jedi costume out of iron-on adhesive and fabric glue takes a long damn time. It is too much work to try to slack at! In my darkest, most exhausted moment, as I peeled the dried fabric glue away from my blistered burns, I confessed to my husband, “I never thought I’d say this, but it might have been easier if I had a sewing machine.” He got me another beer to drown out the sound of the unreasonable voices in my head—I love that he knows me so well.
So, next Halloween, no matter how much the kids beg, no matter how much I want to prove that I’m just as crafty as the other moms, I will not subject myself to that kind of torture. I will accept that I am not that mom; I will not pressure myself to conform to unrealistic maternal ideals. I will simply buy extra toilet paper and send everyone damn one of them out as a mummy.