I have this one friend here in Austin that somehow convinces me to do things I SO DON'T WANT TO DO. It's like she uses car salesman tactics to guilt and convince me into doing these outings or meetups.
Weekends are kind of sacred to me. When there is no schedule or structure to the day, it's pure bliss to me. It feels carefree and relaxed. I think this feeling is left over from the days of me working fulltime for mr. asshole. Most weekends we hang out in our pajamas, maybe go to jogging, have brunch, etc. My husband had to work again today (UGH), so Mimi and I were on our own again. My friend convinced me to go over to her house for this playdate. I ended up having a goodtime (and Mimi as well), but I hate how she pressured me. She never even asked me if I wanted to go, just kept sending me messages like "okay, see you on saturday" or "this is my address what time are you coming."
Now I have to head to a birthday party and Mimi never had time to nap and she's going to be a real firecracker and I dont' even have my husband to help me. Part of me just really just wants to not go and apologize to my friend but I know she'll be disappointed if I don't go.
So off I go dragging my overtired toddler to a party where she'll no doubt be fed sugar and throw some sort of embarrassing tantrum.