While I’ve been away at the yoga retreat, it’s been interesting to see what my husband and my best friend’s husband have done.
I’ve got pictures of their accomplishments showing me the kids are happy.
I’ve had phone calls of them telling me what the inside outs of their day has been like – went here, did this, ate this, found that, saw this rental and here’s how I rated it, just got kids into bed, and here’s the clincher – tomorrow I’m going to go out with my parents on their boat, and in my best friends case, tomorrow I’ve got everyone coming over for a BBQ.
We leave town and they run straight for their village. Incredible. Why don’t we mothers do that?
Is it that we’ve still got to do the house chores?
Is it the organisation we feel it takes to go on an outing?
Is it sleep times?
Is it we desperately want contact with uplifting people, but don’t want to risk exposure of undesirable people with their own issues which has your glass of intolerance overflow and you just can’t hack being in that environment and feel you’ll want to hit the escape button???
Is it we are layered in hormones and feel everything is out of control and if we just stay in our mummy caves it’ll be one less thing to control or stop from going wrong?
I’m suspecting there are a million reasons, and while we suspect (or are even convinced) it’d be good for us, we can’t handle one more variable in the day. (Like when we desperately want to speak with a treasured friend but only have five minutes and think it’ll feel worse to have only spoken for five minutes and you’ll wait for a time when you have more time to have a real chat.)
Maybe it’s because we feel we don’t have a village to call on. Or we don’t like the way they do things?
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