Here's a toughie. I have been friends with, we'll call her Stacy, for years. We've gone through a lot of ups and downs together, but lately we've started drifting apart a little. In fact, I find myself hanging around more with someone, we'll call her Beth, who was introduced to me by Stacy. It's odd, suddenly I have so much in common with Beth and so little with Stacy, that brunch the other day was awkward as Beth and I prattled on while Stacy sort of sat there with a prissy look on her face. And now we have the opportunity to go to Beth's family cabin for the weekend, and Stacy just called asking us over to her house for a big dinner party. I feel like I'm cheating on Stacy with Beth. I don't even want to tell her where we're going, but what if she finds out? How do I do this dance?
Posted by stephanie on 07/28/2008 - 8:03am.
I figure that I have one wedding left to attend for my friends. Mainly because I have one, spectacular, single friend left. And I truly thought that this wedding would happen in the near future, because she's been with a guy that seemed to fit like peanut butter to our group's jelly. I even told my hair stylist about it, so that we might be able to plan a color/cut accordingly.
But the wedding which was never even on, is off. They broke up.
Posted by stephanie on 06/30/2008 - 6:27pm.
This year has been the hardest parenting year yet, I think. My son entered preschool, and my friend base started to shift to the parents of his classmates. I spend less and less time with my friends with kids in different age groups, now. Mostly because he's past just hanging out with whoever I put him in a room with. He wants to be with HIS friends. I try to maintain my other friendships with a Girls Night Out, but that's pretty rare. So my Girl Scout reference: "Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other's gold." How do you juggle this as a busy parent?
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Posted by StephanyW on 06/24/2008 - 3:17pm.
We once lived next to a family that annoyed us, mostly because they had the "boys will be boys" mentality and let their children run WILD. I mean, we were in the city and these little boys would throw tantrums, rip off their clothes and run around naked all while the mother just laughed it off. One little monster got into our garage and dumped car oil everywhere, and her only stern words were toward us for having it around. We moved. Swear to god, we moved.
Posted by stephanie on 05/19/2008 - 12:11pm.
