Sometimes I’m a bad friend.
And look, this is a safe space, so let’s be honest here—sometimes you are too.
I’m not saying it’s okay, but I’m saying…let’s have some friggin grace for each other. Life is hard, and we are walking around waitress-style balancing four plates on both arms, glasses in both hands, probably a tray on top of our head and a set of napkins in our mouth.
We’re wife-ing. We’re mom-ing. We’re daughter-ing. We’re working. We’re volunteering. We’re giving to about ten thousand different areas 27 hours a day, which is insane, because there are only 24 hours in a day. But yeah…that’s kind of what it feels like most of the time.
We are trying.
But sometimes, something just gets dropped, because we are all just ordinary people. No Wonder Women here, just women scratching their un-washed top knots, wondering how in the world they’re going to possibly get it all done.
It’s not because we don’t care. Not because we don’t love you. Not because we are trying to hurt you. But because..life.
Sometimes we forget to respond to that text. And yeah, I know, they only take ten seconds to send, but when you get them while you’re in the middle of making dinner while also trying to convince your toddler to put on pants and help your older kid with their homework, sometimes you just forget. Sometimes you need an hour after everyone’s in bed to catch up with your hubby without a phone in your hand.
Sometimes we have to decline that invitation even though it breaks our heart internally to reply with a “sorry, I’m out tonight.” Kids get sick. Obligations arise. Money gets tight. Schtuff happens. It doesn’t matter how much FOMO we may have, or how much our soul is craving that sisterhood, we just can’t be in two places at once. Again, ordinary people.
Sometimes the situation is even worse and we are battling depression and anxiety, and we pull away and go into hiding, even though that’s probably the time when we need our friends the most.
Whewwwwww.
We are trying.
