I have two DC, one aged 5 and one almost 1, and I’ve come to the slightly depressing realisation that I’d generally rather be at home with them than go out socialising.
I have quite a few friends who regularly suggest dinner, brunch, drinks etc. And honestly, my immediate reaction is usually a resounding meh. I genuinely enjoy the everyday stuff with my children. I love picking up my eldest from school and hearing about her day, having dinner together and chatting around the table. I love doing bedtime with them. My youngest is still breastfed to sleep, which also makes bedtime much easier if I’m the one doing it. If I wait until the children are in bed before getting ready, I’m realistically not leaving the house until 8pm. My friends aren’t generally keen to start dinner at 8:30-9pm, and quite frankly neither am I given it’ll be a 6:30-7am start for school the next day.
Weekend brunch is another popular suggestion. But weekends are the only two days my eldest is off school, and I don’t really want to spend half the day having eggs Benedict with my friends, then only see my daughter in the late afternoon and evening. That’s basically the amount of time I get with her on a school day anyway.
Most of my friends don’t have children, so understandably they want to do adult things without a small person launching food across the table. The friends who do have children are easier to see because we can meet up and let the children entertain each other while we attempt a conversation.
I do occasionally fancy an evening out, and I’m not planning to become a hermit. But realistically, I’d happily see friends once a month or so. I seem to receive far more invitations than I have either the time or the inclination to accept, and I feel increasingly guilty turning people down.
I know friendships need maintaining, and I’m aware that children eventually grow up and leave you to sit alone wondering why nobody calls. I don’t want to wake up in ten years and discover that I’ve accidentally deleted my entire social life in favour of discussing phonics and watching someone eat mashed banana. But equally, I don’t want to spend my limited free time doing things I don’t particularly fancy just because apparently a functioning adult is supposed to enjoy brunch.
So, AIBU? Am I being short-sighted and will I regret not making more effort with my friendships? Or is it perfectly normal to reach this stage of motherhood and discover that your idea of a wild night is everyone going to bed without a fuss?