I had some great conversations with people today - including someone I probably haven't spoken to since my Dad's wedding! One of the best and most comfortable convos I've ever had. Including ignoring her son telling us 'I'm stuck' for half an hour until we realised he actually was stuck between the couches and couldn't extricate himself. *Ooops* (to stop my sister calling child protection on me, I will say that we had just finished warning him to stop mucking around or he would get stuck and we would have to get the firies out... and he was laughing as he was saying it.)
I have a wedding tomorrow and, oh my God, the drama. Not with the bride. One of the guests. Totally overreacted to a post on FB and I was embroiled in massive controversy and I wasn't even here. A case of, "I procreated and therefore I am much better than you". I know that's a bold statement to make. I know that having children changes your life; of course it does. Your life stops being about you and becomes about the little one. I respect that. I expect you to go home early from parties, I expect you to turn down invites at short notice. I expect that. I honour that your child comes first; I know my child (when they arrive) will be my priority. What I don't expect is to be treated like I am a second-class citizen because I haven't popped something out of my intimate parts.
I don't really understand it - of course I don't - I'm single and childless.
I know that I won't understand that pull that the mother is getting. I won't. I'm realistic. I don't get it. I also don't understand why she is being rude to us childless people who don't understand why it takes more than three days to move the carseat from one car to the other.