Dig if you will the picture: On a ordinary Saturday, kids show up at high school detention to pay penance for any number of infractions. They're all there: the Jocks, the Stoners, the Brains, the Perpetual Outsider and even the embittered detention monitor.
A poisonous explosion blankets the town or the world, and our kids are now on lock down. The explosion didn't cause deaths, but it left multitudes of Undead ravenously hungry for the living.
It's The Walking Dead meets Breakfast Club. Actually, it's Freakish, a series on which my daughter was binge-watching over Christmas Break. Because I wanted to be the cool mom, I watched it with her.
It was a predictable, corny plot: Undead people crazily run in stopmotion and feast on the living -- of course, in between the survivors' teen romance, angst and anxiety. Just my daughter's speed, but not so much for me.
During the first two episodes, I was like
Meanwhile, my usually quiet and composed daughter was like
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Seriously.
Of course, the living kids find a way to hook up (in a TV-14 way), break up AND Vlog. One of their Vloggers revealed that All of us have our phones...I didn't want to ruin it for my daughter, so I fought every impulse to ask how they were even getting a signal if the world was destroyed.
But Princess Vlogger went on But none of us thought to bring a charger. And at that point, I lost it:
You know, if this had been a group of mothers, they'd be surviving in comfort.
WHAT? She snorted and rolled her eyes.
In a gush of what could or could not have been word salad, I explained that Moms are prepared. ALWAYS. Like, that's our watchword -- like, where do you think the Boy Scouts got it from?
In a group of moms, yes you'll have the Pretty One, the Foul-mouthed One, the One Who likes Vodka a little too much, The Costco/Soccer Mom, Menopausal Mom and the Crafty One. But the one thing they all have in common is preparedness.
Whatever is needed in a Zombie Apocalypse, They. Will. Have. It.
And you realize that, that in of itself, is a blessing.
A poisonous explosion blankets the town or the world, and our kids are now on lock down. The explosion didn't cause deaths, but it left multitudes of Undead ravenously hungry for the living.
It's The Walking Dead meets Breakfast Club. Actually, it's Freakish, a series on which my daughter was binge-watching over Christmas Break. Because I wanted to be the cool mom, I watched it with her.
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| "A group of high schoolers struggles against predatory mutants who have taken over their town after a chemical plant meltdown." |
It was a predictable, corny plot: Undead people crazily run in stopmotion and feast on the living -- of course, in between the survivors' teen romance, angst and anxiety. Just my daughter's speed, but not so much for me.
During the first two episodes, I was like
Meanwhile, my usually quiet and composed daughter was like
via GIPHY
Seriously.
Of course, the living kids find a way to hook up (in a TV-14 way), break up AND Vlog. One of their Vloggers revealed that All of us have our phones...I didn't want to ruin it for my daughter, so I fought every impulse to ask how they were even getting a signal if the world was destroyed.
But Princess Vlogger went on But none of us thought to bring a charger. And at that point, I lost it:
You know, if this had been a group of mothers, they'd be surviving in comfort.
WHAT? She snorted and rolled her eyes.
In a gush of what could or could not have been word salad, I explained that Moms are prepared. ALWAYS. Like, that's our watchword -- like, where do you think the Boy Scouts got it from?
In a group of moms, yes you'll have the Pretty One, the Foul-mouthed One, the One Who likes Vodka a little too much, The Costco/Soccer Mom, Menopausal Mom and the Crafty One. But the one thing they all have in common is preparedness.
Whatever is needed in a Zombie Apocalypse, They. Will. Have. It.
- Insulin? (one of the kids didn't bring theirs) The mom whose kid needs it will always have a three month's worth on hand in her purse, because Zombie Apocalypse.
- Water? (because there was a water shortage crisis during lockdown) Costco/Soccer Mom to the rescue! This is the mom who will never again be found lacking after she forgot to bring snack and water that one time to practice. She now carries a supply in the back of her minivan at all times.
- Thanksgiving Dinner? (because the kids were holed up during Thanksgiving) See Costco/Soccer Mom, the One Who like Vodka and the Crafty One.
- Painkillers, pads or tampons? Menopausal Mom keeps all of those things tucked away in her car and purse because she's at that phase where she can't predict when or how severely that special time of the month will or will not arrive.
- Common sense, a listening ear and open heart? Standard equipment for all moms. They listen to each other, build each other up and laugh at the times they bungled marriage, raising kids. They all know imperfection is one of the things that go along with the job.
And you realize that, that in of itself, is a blessing.
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