Yes, no, maybe so?

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By: Libby Blumburg

I’ve come to notice something about myself. At first, it seemed like a phase, maybe a situational thing. But, it is slowly emerging as an extremely annoying characteristic.

I can’t commit to anything.

Since I became a mother, everything I do or am supposed to do is apparently optional. Of course, the things I do for my daughter’s welfare are mandatory, but beyond that, anything (or nothing) goes.

Maybe I’ve tried to do too much. I say yes a lot. Maybe I feel isolated as a stay at home mother and want to get out and do things. Maybe being a mother isn’t enough and I have to do more…be more. I really want to do everything. I want to have fun. But life gets in the way. And dammit, I’M TIRED!

Whatever it is, I obviously need to reign it in, figure it out, set my priorities, and chill.

This mostly pertains to social outings, thankfully. I certainly don’t make a habit of screwing people over when it comes to things that really need to be done. And if you’re paying me, I’m your girl!

Just a warning. If I say yes to a party, I will probably decide that I’m too tired to go. If I say that we should meet for lunch, I might just back out with a migraine. If I get excited about a girls night out, chances are my daughter will completely wear me out that day and I will be in bed at 8:30.

Thank goodness online invitations like Facebook and Evite have three RSVP choices:

Yes, No, Maybe.

My standard answer will now be “maybe” until I see what life brings. If it turns into a “yes”, good for me. If it’s a “no”, I’m OK with that and I hope you are too.
My good friend let me off a big hook the other day when she said, “I’m the kind of friend you can change plans with in the last minute. I’m totally OK with that.”

I love her.