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” kissed, 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, pick the kiddo up,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 desparately need a date night to reaquaint myself with the amazing man I married. The reason I am called “MOM”. The person I consider my better half.
A date night where I get to be a grown up…wear something besides finger-painted tee shirts and pudding smeared jeans.
A few hours where my hair is released from the tight pony tail and chortles with curls.
A date night where I smell like exotic fruits and florals instead of Clorox Disinfecting wipes.
A moment in time that is tranquil and I can relive over and over again when the evening has passed and I’m sitting in traffic trying to get to the school with a forgotten lunch, or on hold waiting to find out what time the PTA Meeting has been changed to. A moment in time when I tuck those little faces in, I remember why my heart wanted them and why I TRULY am the LUCKIEST Woman on Planet Earth!