Beware: I’m a terrible friend.

Beware: I’m a terrible friend and I don’t plan to change. 

I could never understand those women who became moms and who had no close friends. Wouldn’t that be lonely? It doesn’t take long to answer a text, pick up the phone. I mean, can you not get away for an hour to have coffee? Don’t you want to get out of the house?

Until I became that Mom. 

Now, I know not everyone is like me, thankfully. I’m really not all that fantastic, especially at being a friend. And you know what? I’m okay with that. I’m not in the market for real life best friendships. Why?

I don’t have time. 

Simple as that. I don’t have time for long conversations about only Lord knows what and quite frankly, I don’t likely have the mental capacity for it either. The thought of having to get together child care for an afternoon out is exhausting. Sometimes I don’t answer text because I’ve got only one hand available at that time and it’s hard to text one handed with these iPhone 6plus #firstworldproblems or I want to give a better response than the quick one that is at my fingertips. And then I forget because, well, kids 🤷🏼‍♀️ 

If you’re looking for someone to be you’re best internet gal pal, I’m your girl. If you’re looking for someone to have some GIF fun via text ... I’m your girl! If your looking for someone to spill your secrets and life problems to... you may want to look elsewhere. 


I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, motherhood defines me. I’m more than okay with that. My husband is my best friend, and I’m more than okay with that. It works for us. It works for me. Consider yourself forewarned. I suck at friendships. 

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