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I lied to my girlfriends today. I lied to them so I could get out of seeing them next week.
Don’t get me wrong, I love them to bits. I mean, I’ve known them since Alanis was stuck with 10 thousand spoons when all she needed was a knife. But sometimes – well, most of the time these days – I’d rather stay at home with my kids.
Is it just me? Am I the only one who actually enjoys doing this? It sure feels like it.
Today, when my girlfriends were downing their glasses of rosé and cackling about their afternoon of childlessness, they excitedly began talking about “doing this AGAIN next week”.
Wait, what? Again? Next week? But we’re seeing each other now!
So, I stared them straight in the eyes, did my best expression of disappointment and blatantly lied: “ohhhhhhh nooooo! My youngest has a spring dance at his preschool that day.”
Yeah, I wanted to get out of seeing them so badly, I made up the existence of a preschool dance party!
Why would I lie to my Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte (or maybe it’s my Carrie, Miranda and Samantha)? Because I have no other choice. They don’t understand why I, a stay-at-home mum, would rather, stay at home, than hang out with them.
Believe me, I have tried to be honest. The idea is so preposterous, they shut me down, and it usually goes something like this:
“Spend time with your kids? Are you mad? But you’re with them allllll the time! Why the hell wouldn’t you want a boozey night out with us? No, sorry, you’re coming. Be ready by 6, we’ll pick you up.”