|M eating a hot dog|
And there are a lot of constant stresses. Am I going to succeed in my classes, with the insane number of distractions around me? Are we ever going to really get into potty training to win it? How can I function when I'm so friggin' tired all the time?
So with all of this going on, as you can imagine doing things like going out to relax with M might not exactly be on my to-do list.
But it is. If M and I didn't get out, alone, together, every once in a while... I can't imagine what I might do.
And if that means not finishing some homework one day and not doing the dishes or cleaning up my living room or catching up on laundry so that M and I could go see a baseball game on opening weekend? The first REALLY nice day maybe all year?
Yeah, the chores and homework didn't stand a chance.
So we had a nearly perfect date. We went to a baseball game, we got cat called and jeered at a bit for our attire (GO PIRATES! proclaimed my hat, while M wore his throwback Twins #34 jersey). The Pirates won, which was miraculous, and then we grabbed some shakes at a diner we used to frequent while we were dating.
So not only did we get to really enjoy each other, to really spend the sort of grown-up time together that we desperately need to keep ourselves from going crazy, we got to come home to a perfect reminder of why we had children. Of how happy we are with almost every aspect of our lives.
How worth it this all is.
In just one year, we can start to breathe again.
Our children being completely insane- a ten minute long example: