A few nights ago a single girl friend came by to gab, drink wine and share some pizza. This is a friend who has known me for years -- about the time when I met The Prince, obviously before the Rabbit was born.
She chatted about some parties she had been to, a few dinners, a benefit she's going to next week. None of which I attended -- nor could, I imagine because of the Rabbit, and well, my life. But I wondered, does she not think of asking me to go to these things because I am, truthfully, rarely available? "Yes. You're a mother. You're never free."
I remember when I first met The Prince the cosiness of having someone to spend my evenings and weekends with was wonderful. But then again, we loved our social life too. I don't think of us as the kind of couple that would suck face when friends came by, or murmer exclusively while joining pals at a bar for a Thursday night out. Nor did we think twice of going out nights without the other. But then the rabbit appeared. And suddenly, those lovely evenings nestled in front of a movie with a bottle of wine became nights passed out on the couch in the same sweatpants from the day before. And girls nights out? I could barely stay awake past appetizers. Forget drinks.
The Prince and I made a choice to try and stay connected (we believed) even after the Rabbit was born. We do go out for dinner, we do (although rarely) go out to see friends. I do make a effort to try and step out from under what must be my invisibility cloak.
But obviously not enough. When did I pass from au courant to M-O-M?
She chatted about some parties she had been to, a few dinners, a benefit she's going to next week. None of which I attended -- nor could, I imagine because of the Rabbit, and well, my life. But I wondered, does she not think of asking me to go to these things because I am, truthfully, rarely available? "Yes. You're a mother. You're never free."
I remember when I first met The Prince the cosiness of having someone to spend my evenings and weekends with was wonderful. But then again, we loved our social life too. I don't think of us as the kind of couple that would suck face when friends came by, or murmer exclusively while joining pals at a bar for a Thursday night out. Nor did we think twice of going out nights without the other. But then the rabbit appeared. And suddenly, those lovely evenings nestled in front of a movie with a bottle of wine became nights passed out on the couch in the same sweatpants from the day before. And girls nights out? I could barely stay awake past appetizers. Forget drinks.
The Prince and I made a choice to try and stay connected (we believed) even after the Rabbit was born. We do go out for dinner, we do (although rarely) go out to see friends. I do make a effort to try and step out from under what must be my invisibility cloak.
But obviously not enough. When did I pass from au courant to M-O-M?
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I do so love being home with her. I also do SO love frozen margaritas (no salt) and staying out past "bed time."
(referring to 11/11 comments) if you want to pull out all the stops, you can get a half-hour foot scrub (that makes your feets soft as a baby's), then an hour's foot massage, for the princely sum of $10! (and that's with generous tip.) it's rather nuts. i will go into withdrawal whenever we move "back west".
I haven't got to that stage yet - most of my friends are resolutely childless. I'm expecting to get to the teenage stage myself before they manage to reproduce! And then I will truly enjoy tormenting them... :-)