10 Signs You’re a NOLA Mom During Mardi Gras Season
It’s the most wonderful time of the year … Mardi Gras season! For many around the country, it might mean just a few parades, beads, and masks. For New Orleans moms, though, it means so much more.
How can you spot those moms whose blood runs purple, green, and gold? Here are some signs you just might be one of us:
1. King Cake is an acceptable breakfast food.
It’s a quick and easy breakfast your children will surely love!
2. There’s a ladder in your garage only used during Mardi Gras season.
You have two ladders in your garage – one for Mardi Gras season and one for everything else.
3. You’ve worked purple, green, and gold into your child’s wardrobe.
You have an outfit planned for every parade. Stripes, glitter, sequins, appliques … they all look great in the colors purple, green, and gold.
4. Stashes of beads are hidden throughout your house.
Today’s parade catch is tomorrow’s parade throw. If you’re not on a krewe already, those pounds of beads hanging out in your attic and the back of your closet prove you haven’t given up the dream just yet.
5. A sitter was lined up weeks in advance for the event of the year — Mardi Gras balls!
Because this night is bigger than your high school prom.
6. You own several feather boas, masks, and brightly colored wigs.
What self-respecting NOLA mom DOESN’T have at least a feather boa in her closet?
7. Naps revolve around the parade schedule.
Parade starts right in the middle of your child’s regularly scheduled nap time? No problem! They can cozy up in the wagon where you’ve landed your usual sidewalk/neutral ground spot.
8. Your go-to dinner on parade day is Popeyes.
Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, buttery biscuits. ‘Nuff said.
9. You’ve stayed up late assembling a miniature float for your child’s school project.
Your countless shoe boxes have waited for this exact moment. Time to bust out the hot glue gun!
10. You hope your child doesn’t come home with a baby.
King Cake parties. Your child loves them but you secretly hope they don’t come home with that little plastic baby. Last minute run to the grocery store, anyone?