I write to you from the comfort of my couch, in the middle of the night on a Tuesday. I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Every day, in fact.
I know that I’ve been absent for the past seven months. I know that I haven’t texted, called, or e-mailed you as often as I should. I’ve never been really good at keeping in touch, but since I’ve become a mom my social skills have become abysmal. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you, or that I don’t miss you. I do.
I wake up in the morning with the best of intentions to invite you over, or even just send you a message saying, “Hi.” Then my day starts and it’s like a whirlwind of activity that never ends. If I do get a few moments of rest, I usually check my Facebook to see what you’ve all been up to. By the time I’ve caught up with you, maybe clicked a few “likes” and made a few comments, I’m back on duty as a mom until the end of the workday.
Then there’s dinner to be made, a family to be fed, a kitchen to be cleaned, and a baby bedtime routine that gets longer and longer each night. By the time all of that is done, the hubby and I are lucky to have half an hour to sit down and actually talk to each other. Then I look at the clock and it’s 9:30, and I calculate how many hours of sleep I’ll get if I go to bed right then…and off to bed I go. I wake up the next morning and do the same thing again.
I miss you guys. I always said that I wouldn’t be one of those moms who got too busy for her friends once she had a baby, but sometimes in spite of the best of intentions, it happens.
To all of you who have continued to text me, message me, or call me…thank you! You are my link to the outside world and I appreciate it more than you realize. Being a mom is hard, and watching your friends move on sucks. I promise I’m trying, and I think about you all the time.
Your socially negligent friend