I realize what I'm about to say is controversial. But I'm going to say it anyway. I heart the movie Mamma Mia. Don't hate me. And don't write me and tell me how much you hated that movie. I have enough to cope with in my life right now and 70s music makes me happy.
Rod surprised me and bought us tickets to the Broadway show Mamma Mia. It was a fantastic date night. A much needed date night. While I know that I may make the transition to the city look easy, our family is human and it is trying at times- especially when there is only 1200 square feet for the hormones to bounce around in. Sometimes in one day the emotional roller coaster displays itself like this:
I think you're the best mom in the world.
Mom, I hate you!
Mom, I need you!
Mom. I love you.
It's exhausting sometimes. But I read something wise this week and it has given me some perspective.
The days are long, but the years are short.
This reminded me that the journey is what counts. I am crazy about my children and love being a mother to my four. I want to savor every moment, the good and the bad. Because, all too soon- they will be gone. I should probably just stop this post there, because this could be a life changing moment for you, too. But I need to tell you about my date night.
After Mamma Mia we went to the Carlyle Hotel for drinks and music. It was swanky. And by swanky, I mean that I should have been wearing some type of fur and holding one of those long cigarettes. Such a fun New York experience.
I loved the wallpaper in the lounge there. And I proclaimed this to Rod no less than 73 times during the entire night.
We stayed out until the wee hours of the morning.
Talking. Laughing. Smiling. Snuggling. Listening.
Because, the days are long, but the years are short.