I had a little bit of a breakdown and realized my happy gland wasn't working right; so I went on antidepressants. Home life was not all that pleasant because of my very large emotions taking up so much space, and all the planning and trying and timing of trying to make a baby. So we decided to take a break (from the baby making) and start taking more time for ourselves.
So, in the last month we've gone out on a 'date' or two (and yes, I do count the night we ate at Wendy's and then went to Winner's and Best Buy - we were kid free and out of the house for more than an hour). I was pretty sure my medication was starting to work since my anxiety was becoming manageable and my brain was starting to actually turn off at night. So much so, that I was finding I was falling asleep not long after putting T to bed. Then I started having some strange dreams. Something was off, maybe I was getting sick. Yep, something certainly was off.....Totally random insertion here: I always thought that the idea of a weekly or monthly date night was silliness when I was younger. The notion of planning ONE NIGHT A WEEK to have sex was ludicrous. Wasn't sex always going to be fun and spontaneous and passionate and... frequent? Wouldn't you still do most of the fun things. like going for wings or catching a late movie or putting on makeup and going out for a nice dinner, for ever? How hard would it be to just drop the kids off with the grandparents or have a sweet teenager come watch them and life goes on like normal? Right? HAH! Shawn and I are LUCKY to go out on a 'date' maybe 3 times a year. And we won't really talk aboutthe total lack of an enjoyable sexlifehow children and baby-making puts a giant damper on the good ol' couple time.
Have you guessed yet?
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