I’m sure a lot of people look at me and think “What the hell happened?”.
I get it. Trust me, I do.
Practically overnight, I went from a wardrobe full of stilettos, tiny dresses and late nights dancing – to being 30kg overweight, with unwashed hair and a handbag full of nappies and matchbox cars.
Recently, I went to the wedding of a close friend of mine. There were so many girls there from my younger years. I was really looking forward to catching up and having a rare night out to celebrate such a happy occasion. I actually cried a bit when I was invited, just felt so good to be remembered.
Imagine my surprise when no one came to say hello to me. It wasn’t until a few hours in, when I started approaching people to say hello myself, that I realised – they weren’t being rude, it was that no one recognised me. So many blank stares.
“It’s Elise…from Jenni’s place. Her housemate, yep”, “Ohhhhhh my gosh! I didn’t even realise it was you. You look so different”.
Everybody was lovely, they really were. It was just that they genuinely didn’t know who this random dishevelled girl was who was looking expectedly around the room.
My husband reassured me it was because it had been so many years, it wasn’t because of my appearance. Bless his heart. But I knew.
There’s no clocking off when you’ve got two kids and a dog to take care of. Post continues.
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I think the saddest bit about this is "They need to remember that they had a life before motherhood."
You still have a life and you need to figure out a way to ensure that that includes time with your friends as well as time with your family. I notice that a lot of fathers still keep up their social calendar uninterrupted, so why not sit down with your husband and insist that one night a week he takes charge so you can go out? It can either be with friends or just going to the movies or shopping by yourself.
The expectation that your childless friends should do all the work is out of order. The assumption that they couldn't possibly be as busy is just insulting. Next time they ask you out and you can't make it, how about suggesting an alternative for a few weeks later so you've got time to sort out who's looking after your kids and your friends aren't just getting another no. Or maybe do the asking for once.
I just clicked on her instagram account that is linked and there her kids are, for all and sundry to see, public page, no privacy. God, I hate it. Your kids do not deserve to have their small lives plastered all over the internet for strangers to see and to have come back and haunt them when they are older. They cannot consent to that.
Agreed