Thanks for the girls night invite, as fun as it sounds, I’m busy… doing nothing.
There is an article circulating online right now that has nothing to do with a Kardashian making a drastic change to their hair, or Ann Hathaway returning her room service 4 times, and guess what, it’s better than both of those articles combined! The article is titled 6 reasons why my husband and I probably won’t make it to your event and seriously It has me feeling better and better about all my declined rsvp’s each time I read it.
After that baby arrives and you’re officially tagged with the motherhood title, so much changes. Other than the obvious adjustments within your new position, the once social life you had, well it gets the backseat treatment. What am I thinking, the backseat is full, it goes straight to the trunk. Your priorities change and where you once rushed out the door to meet up with girlfriends, you find yourself not wanting to put on a bra let alone get dressed up, you’d rather enjoy an evening on the couch with the man, even if that means a night double-tapping your way through instagram while he watches Sportsnet.
I once would give up sleep to be with my girlfriends, and now unless you’ve suggested a Starbucks date between the 3 hours that Sofia is at school and trying to avoid cleaning duties, you might as well just stick to getting updates on my life via social media. You see, I want to be the one my kids see when they first wake up and I want to be the one to put them to bed at night, these are my priorities.
I want to be the one that reminds them to eat their dinner and promises the world in return, to be the one who warms their milk before bed, reads them a story that sets the tone for their dreams at night and the one that tucks them in and listens to all the ridiculous stall tactics that keeps them up just 5 more minutes. I want to do it all, and I can, but this just means your girls night will have to go on without me.
The invites are appreciated, and a great reminder you haven’t given up on me as a friend, but for right now my social life is not a priority. The day that their 7:30pm bedtime no longer exists, when they don’t need snuggles before bed and when they can successfully brush their own teeth, that’s the day you can have me back, but until then, it’ll have to be tea on a Tuesday or Thursday morning and by 11:30am I’ll have to slip away, because I’m their mom.