This really. Things change as life moves on. It’s rarely a huge reflection of how we feel about a person just that lives and priorities and what we enjoy change.
But too, it’s impossible to really know what parenting is like until you experience it. My days at the moment with a child at nursery: wake up, partner and I rush about manically trying to get ourselves and our child ready for the day. Desperately try and get them to eat breakfast while dealing with hundreds of ‘why’ style questions and the odd melt down (hair/ not wanting to wear something/ wanting to take a toy to nursery…), scramble out the door (often bringing the remains of breakfast with us), mad nursery dash, then a panicked rush to get the train. Then work. Done mostly while exhausted and often while also battling some cold or something caught from nursery. Rush back for nursery pick up. One of us does play time while the other cooks, then eat. While child carries on eating (it takes several ages), we start to tidy the house - children have an amazing ability to create havoc in an incredibly short amount of time - and then bath and bed. Bed should start at 7 if not before but usually child still managing to eat. So everything is again a rush. One of us will do bed time while the other one continues to clean up, maybe put a load of washing on, prep lunches for the next day, etc. Depending on the exhaustion of child (the more tired the more manic child is and longer it takes) bed time can take from 20mins to up to 2 hours.
Downstairs. Say hello to partner as we probably didn’t really get a chance to acknowledge each other earlier. How was day? Crash in front of TV usually while also trying to catch up on work that we didn’t get done earlier. If child wasn’t asleep when we left bedroom there will usually be a couple of calls back to bedroom as they are in a state because teddy is being mean tonight or they can’t find that book that they really want and can’t describe in any way that would mean another person would know what they want.
Back downstairs to crash out. Stay a bit too late in front of telly as it’s easier not to move than to get up and go to bed. Possibly think about sex and how good it used to be, but by the time you start moving towards the bedroom, realise that you are completely broken and both fall into bed exhausted. Wait for sleep. Mind fills with all the life admin you again put off, and the worries about work and money and the state of the world. Lie there in state of mild terror for an hour or so, wishing you hadn’t given up alcohol and cigarettes (haven’t smoked in 15 years, but gosh at this moment the temptation is strong). Finally the body shuts down and you get a few hours sleep.
Repeat. Every day.
Children are wonderful and make it all worth it. But it takes everything.
Meeting up takes a huge effort. Even finding time and the mental energy to text people back is a pretty big ask. Phone calls almost an impossibility. And, often if I do meet up with child free friends I spend most of the time feeling incredibly guilty as I know they are here to catch up and all I seem be doing is having to deal with my child and any conversation we do have seems stilted as I can’t fully focus. Child free meet ups, now they are wonderful. But require planning.
And it’s not just the child free parents I see less of. I’ve several friends with children of similar ages and we all spend our time apologising to each other for rarely managing a meet up and rarely remembering to respond to each other’s texts. But none of us mind as we all understand.