To my four remaining readers: You may want to grab a tissue for this one, because shit’s about to get reaaaaaaaaaaaal sappy. (Okay not actually.)
Real talk, I miss my mom friends a lot.
Every weekend I have lofty intentions of getting together with someone I haven’t seen since before I went back to work. But every time Saturday rolls around, something gets in the way. It’s usually a) exhaustion b) stress c) illness d) work or family obligations or e) all of the above.
This weekend, lucky letter C was the winner. I had playdate plans with two of my most favourite mom friends ever, who are also teachers and our girls are all within 2 weeks of each other. And then yesterday morning I wake up…BAM..mother effing cold. AGAIN. My immune system legit hates me. This year it definitely filed for legal emancipation, a la Jaden Smith, and well, I think it won its case. No amount of ColdFX or oil of oregano can save me. On a tangent, have any of you used this oil of oregano shit? It tastes like death and sadness, and then I walk around smelling like a pizza all day. Glorious.
Annnnyway, my poor daughter gets no stimulation on the weekends now. No fun outings, no playdates, nada. The weekends now are strictly for rest, chores, recuperating from illness, and more rest. I hate having to be so antisocial, but my Monday to Friday is just so incredibly demanding, it makes being a functional human being on Saturday and Sunday entirely too difficult.
I miss the days of draining my iPhone battery 3 times daily due to constant texting. Now I use 25% of my battery all day.
I miss the days of impromptu coffee, mall, or playdates. Now making plans requires a month notice.
I miss the days of music classes, Gymboree, and all the fun ladies (and babies) I met.
I guess I’m just gonna have to get knocked up again so I can do it all over again.
So mom friends, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry I’ve neglected you. I want to love you and hug you and play with your kiddos, and see you every weekend, but alas that is just not possible right now. But please know I think about you often, and in the immortal words of Dionne Warwick, “In good times, and bad times, I’ll be on your side forever more…that’s what friends are for.”
The deli counter is my most exciting outing of the weekend. It requires my most stylish outfit.