Yet the craziness has been a distraction to my insecurities. My BFF, who I admit I don't see as often I should, went to the family beach house this week. She seems to have invited her other friends, her regular bar crew. She had no reason to invite me - she did once years ago all of us, but it was impossible with my husband's work and a child that doesn't travel all that well. And I am not really mad at her, by any means. She is a friend and she has her own life. She is in a completely different place than I am. Sometimes I just long for that place than the one I am in. I don't know if it is an impossibility or if I am doing something wrong in balancing my life. I was supposed to go to Magic Mike with another close friend and I completely spaced it after the chaos of today.
I love my kids. I love my life. Still, I wish this was all less isolating to me.