Sometimes being a parent can be a little lonely.
If I look back at the people I had in my life 4 years ago vs now, the picture is very different. Back then I used to be a bit of a party animal and smoker and, much to the dismay of my husband, used to hang out with work friends most Friday nights. I used to belong to a book club. I used to leave the house at 06h15 most mornings and work until 7pm most nights and then some weekends. I was a top performer and always flexible and available.
These days I mostly get to the office at 09h00 and make it home by 17h00 because I need to travel at least an hour each way and want to be home to take care of 3 kids. I cannot bear the thought of not seeing them for a whole day. This also means that I have to put in additional hours at night to catch up (and blog!!). I am not available to do trips all over the countryside anymore.
I am no longer available for drinks or bookclub, so people stopped inviting me. And sometimes, just sometimes I wish they would just ask, even though they know I will probably say no.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my life and I won’t trade it for anything and I have made some great friends in the last few years, I just sometimes wonder at the fickleness of people. I always think that if I am friends with you today, I’ll make the effort to be friends with you tomorrow, but it would seem that this is not always the case.
I love having people over, I don’t mind feeding 2 or 12 people. Hubby on the other hand is a bit of a recluse and could quite happily stay home all weekend and not see anyone but us. We have had some “interesting” conversations around this, especially lately, as I feel like I have woken up from a slumber and can now start facing people again socially as the first year after having twins was really a mindfaak.