So, the other night, my hubby and I FINALLY watched Mom’s Night Out. I’ve been wanting to see the movie since its release, but never had the opportunity to go.
I thoroughly enjoyed the laughter found in a rare, truly family friendly comedy.
The chemistry between the cast was phenomenal.
Seriously I LAUGHED so hard…much needed after the past few weeks around here.
But, I also cried. There were several moments of silent tears as I found myself identifying greatly with the story.
I’ve been the frazzled mom…many many times. I’ve found myself putting the focus in entirely wrong places. I’ve felt the aggravation over never seeming to have a moment alone. Children who refused to just go to church and take part in children’s activities while mom had a rare moment of adult worship. I’ve been there.
I’ve tried not to crush dreams my children have by freaking…
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