Remembering DATE NIGHT
As the Mom to six children, I have not used the restroom or showered alone for the past five years. Tiny fingers creep under the door, or the rap-a-tap-tap on the door joined by "Mom!" always accompanies me. I've been reading the same book for seven years. A sentence before someone needs a ride, a paragraph before someone needs a "boo-boo" kiss, a page before I'm the referee of bickering. Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of this handsome man. He intrigues me. I think, in a past life, I might have known him... He is the person I leave notes on the counter as gentle reminders of band practice, soccer games, picking the kiddo up, and last-minute "needs" to feed the gang, and sadly, these notes are our conversation. He seems a stranger in the midst of the chaotic comedy unfolding around me, and yet, he is my husband. I desperately need a date night to reacquaint myself with the amazing man I married. The reason I am called "MOM" . The person ...