Date Night

Eric and I had a hard week this week - mostly I had a hard week and made it hard for Eric. I was feeling very lonely and overwhelmed and like being a mother was too hard for me. I hate those times when I feel so hopeless and helpless that it seems like everything makes me cry.
I expressed some of my feelings to Eric. He was good to listen. I told him all about how hard it is to be the only one that can give Cecelia what she needs (food I mean) and how hard it is to just be her and I every evening while he works until 9 or 10 at night. It's a tricky situation because it's not as if he likes working anymore than I like him being at work. We both wish he could be home to spend more time with Cecelia and I, but this is just for a short while, and then we'll be on to normal life again someday soon.
We spent the day at his parents' house with him helping his dad on the roof and Cecelia and I just hanging out watching the people come and go and putter around. We left in the evening to go home for a movie night together. We stopped at the Red Box on the way home to get a specific movie we wanted to watch and they didn't have it. Then we stopped at a second one and they didn't have it. What seemed to be a major disappointment, turned in to a lovely evening.
As we were debating stopping by the third one on the way home, or maybe just finding something on Netflix, Eric suggested "why don't we go get frozen yogurt?" - something we used to do a lot when we were first married. Why don't we go on a date? There's a novel idea. We can still go on dates with Cecelia around. It kind of seemed like this was the first time we'd figured this out.
We went to Goji's in Deer Run and had a really nice time. We talked about fun things (and not about Cecelia and the diaper bag) and we laughed and we ate a delicious snack. We had a great time.
Then we we got home I got my period for the first time since Cecelia was born. It was the perfect end to the night because I realiesed that my world was not crumbling down around me. I realised that my whole life was not about to end. I realised that I was not about to give up and die. I was just PMSing. Kind of a relief I have to say.