That Friend

I used to talk shit on my mommy friends.

I did.

I used to say "okay, you could have texted!"

Now three years into Dublin's 7:30 pm daily finish at therapy, I have become THAT friend.

Weeknight plans are out.

Saturday day plans are out.

If a party starts at 8 pm, we are gone in an hour. We have to anticipate that Dublin will wake up by 1 am. 

I lag on phone calls, emails, and texts.

The full-time job doesn't help. 

At times, I feel like I SUCK at life.

I fail at friendships.

BUT THEN AGAIN, I do love my job!

BUT THEN AGAIN, I do love my life!

BUT THEN AGAIN, Dublin and Lily's cheeks are much more edible than my friends' cheeks are.

So there is that.

This life. It's very confusing.