Play Hooky and See a Movie - A review of Twisters

There's nothing better than a movie on a hot summer day.

Nothing feels more like summer than skipping out on responsibilities and hiding out in a dark, cold, and loud movie theater. Only these days, as a working single mom, it feels a bit different.

Recently, I went to a Thursday midday screening with my close friend, who is also a mom. We saw Twisters, and it was perfect. Also, there is no need for a babysitter when your kid is at camp or school.

Why is going to the movies different in this particular stage of life? Well, I have responsibilities, and whenever I felt my phone buzz, my chest would tighten. Is it my son’s school? Is it that project that might be scrapped? Is it that dude I’m supposed to go on a date with? I did my best to ignore it all except for a little peak when I went to the potty.

Oh, the toilet will forever be known as the potty from this point forward. And it’s also new that our bladders don’t make it all the way through a movie, especially when we get a fountain soda. 

I loved the film; honestly, I did. Only at the last minute of the movie —wtf, no kiss. If you’ve seen it, you know what I’m talking about, but if you didn’t, I won’t elaborate.