HAIRSPRAY and girlfriends

so, my mother in law had a free ticket to HAIRSPRAY (the musical). I, having no clue what it was about, asked my friend if she'd like to go. She said, YES! So, we plotted when we could escape our homes, free of 'lil people around our ankles, and bags from our shoulders (packed with the usual diaper, change of clothes, sippy's, snacks, and purell hand sanitizer...). We came up with a 9:10 pm showing. We knew it'd mean a late night for us both, but we were both willing to risk dark circles under our eyes the next day for some sacred 'girl' time.

We both managed to get our kids in bed early enough to peck our husbands on the cheek and run for the door before one got out of bed. We hooked up at the store to do 20 min of child-free browsing. The make-up department is paradise when the rug-rats aren't pointing, grabbing, or attempting to apply product to themselves! :)

We grabbed a bag of M&M's for our "sweet" at the movies and headed for the theater. We got our popcorn and soda and headed for House 5 (to the left said the bored movie ticket taker).... we walked in and there were only about 10 people there.

When HAIRSPRAY started with "Tracy" singing 'Welcome Baltimore' we both got a little bit nervous. I knew it was a musical but my girlfriend didn't! "Thanks for cluing me in," she said with a laugh! We were relieved to see that they did talk and the plot was cute! It was well worth it to go to! The movie itself was very cute. Lots and lots of laughs! I mean, who doesn't smile when they see John Travolta dressed as a woman?!

After the movie was over we headed to our car. We ended up sitting in my van and talking for a while. Both of us just needing to have that time to unload and rejuvenate, bounce ideas off each other about being the wife and mother God has called us to be. How priceless are friendships that endure life's bumps and turns. And how beautiful are the friendships that point us to go back to our maker, creator, and God. Just as God intended for them to be...

I got home and climbed into my bed about 12:30 am. My ears were greeted by my 3 mo cries at 5 am so I set myself on auto-pilot feeding him and putting him back down. My stud hubby got up with the other kids at 6:25 when they all greeted the world. You truly realize the power of noise when you want to sleep and 3 kids are running the hallway outside your door, and eating breakfast in the kitchen (which shares the bedroom wall). And of all the mornings, they didn't WANT to sit and veg in front of the TV - which would have really facilitated my beauty sleep....

At 8:20 the door opens (this is actually not the first time as both my big boys had been in for some need to which i had directed them to go take it up with their daddy...) and in walks my stud hubby with the baby. He places him on the changing pad at the foot of our bed and proceeds to start changing him.... Let's just say it took 4 hands, 11 wipes, and ever so careful removal of the poopie clothes to ensure it wasn't rubbed in his hair as it was pulled over his head!

GOOD MORNING, yup... that had me up. LOL.

Ahhh.. my slice of heaven.