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 Anna 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 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, you might as well just stick to getting updates on my life via Instagram. You see, I want to be the one she sees when she first wakes up and I want to be the one to put her to bed at night, these are my priorities.
I want to be the one that reminds her to eat her dinner and promises the world in return, to be the one who warms her milk before bed, reads her a story that sets the tone for her dreams at night and the one that tucks her in and listens to all her pre-school stall tactics . 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 her 7:30pm bedtime no longer exists, she doesn’t need snuggles before bed and she can successfully brush her 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 her mom.