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Yep, I’m One Bad Butterfly

Back in the day (not really all that long ago) I used to be quite the social butterfly.

My little wings were always a flutter from one party or gathering to the next – time, bills and babysitters were not an issue.

However, those days are now long gone –as are many of the friendships formed during that fun and “carefree” chapter of my life. While some have stuck around, the visits and phone calls have dwindled.

I take 100 per cent of the blame.

It was around eight years ago – newly pregnant with my oldest daughter, Molly – that I traded in my delicate wings for some dependable stretchy pants. Sometime during this swap, I also became… dare I say it…  a pretty bad friend. (Gasp).

I became notorious for breaking plans at the last minute, ignoring incoming calls and zoning-out mid-conversation during a pal’s crisis.

Exhausted, bloated and highly hormonal  – or irrational, as my husband would tell you (in my defence I really needed a tomato, even if the roads were blanketed in snow), I began optioning for quiet evenings at home with a bag of chips, slippers and my trusty PVR’d recordings.

After 6 p.m., the idea of wearing anything other than pajamas and a Scrunchy –  yes, I actually still own one – just seemed like way too much effort.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have more energy and we’ll do things after the baby is born,” I told them all.

Boy oh boy, was I wrong.

Fast forward to half a decade later – Molly is eight and Zoe is six – my ill-fitting wings are still collecting dust in the closet, my stretchy-pant collection has grown and I’m still bloated, hormonal and irrational at the best of times, even without a human life growing inside me.

While I used to love chatting on the phone, it’s not nearly as fun with a child demanding “Let me talk. Let me talk!” in the background, or having to put someone on hold mid-sentence so you can wipe a bum or bandage a bloody knee.

For the sake of salvaging my remaining friendships and my own sanity, I do attempt to squeeze into those wings from time to time. I’m pretty lucky in that I get to go out more than most moms thanks to this blogging gig and a very understanding husband.

The difference is that now there’s a dark cloud that hangs overhead – a reminder of the early morning and the inevitable “I wants,” the “she hit me’s,” and the I’m bored’s” that certainly won’t take a break just because mommy is tired.

I’m not saying I’ve become a hermit. Actually, I’m more social than ever before. My children and I have long conversations about the meaning of life – mostly involving the characters on Sponge Bob – and there are plenty of play dates on our calendar.

Heck, I even still like to mingle… from the comfort of my couch, behind the safety of a screen. Coffee dates have been replaced with Facebook chats. And Twitter has become a great place to rub elbows and network without having to put on lipstick or pants.

I’m great at making an effort online, even if it’s just a comment on a status, a like or a retweet. However,  I know that any digital connection runs a high risk of being disconnected.

I’m sure I’ve been unfollowed, unliked and forgotten in cyberspace by many fed-up friends. I don’t hold it against them.

Still, a good handful of  pals stand by, accepting our brief interaction as sporadic as it is, not taking my “indifference” personally  – or so I hope.

I take comfort in knowing that the old adage “at every age, there is a stage” isn’t just meant for kids,  it’s for us parents, too.

It may not be tomorrow or even next year, but one day when I’m not cocooning on the couch, covered in Spaghettios and a cuddly child, dog, or both, I’ll be  a good friend again. Maybe even a butterfly.

Until then, just know you’re in my thoughts and my news feed.

One of Vancouver’s top Mom Bloggers, Kristyl Clark is a work-at-home mom of two little Valley girls proving there is nothing bland about the burbs. Her adventurous family seems to always be out on some sort of crazy quest, from helicopter rides and wild river rafting, to top-secret paranormal investigations and living the high-life sampling the fine wines and foods of the Fraser Valley region. The ValleyMom.ca blog inspires her loyal fanbase through the trials and tribulations of suburban family living, guiding readers to local hotspots and hidden gems in her Canadian backyard

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