Today was a crazy day. Rushing through work to make sure I was home in time for Brian to go to work, trying to get some things done around the house then off to Mom and Dads for Dads party. I didnt get 5 minutes to myself until the kids were in bed (dont even get me started on how much fun that was!). So what do I do to relax tonight? I watch the only movie that is guarenteed to make me cry every single time.... The Notebook.
I dont know why I insist on watching this movie knowing exactly what will happen. I do know I always feel better after watching it. Theres something about a good cry that cleanses the soul. Besides what girl doesnt love a classic love story! As I sit here with my kleenex (and sadly without a glass of wine) I remembered I have to take my prozac. Kinda funny isnt it? I wonder what they did back in the 1940's, when the notebook is set, when someone was depressed. No one ever talked about it. You know PPD existed back then. I wonder how women dealt with it... no medicine, not allowed to talk about how you feel, all the pressure to be the perfect wife with the perfect kids. Maybe not much has changed... except now you can get a pill!
Its still not talked about as much... and when you do talk about it people treat you like your some wack-a-do who probably shouldnt be left alone with their kids. The pressure to be perfect is still there, maybe not from anyone else but yourself.
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