Can we start off by admitting that finding friends at any age is rough?
I’d venture to say that finding friends as an adult is even harder than finding friends as a teenager.
Can we also agree that this is one of the funniest prom pictures out there? There are so many great things about this picture. Please say you’re laughing.
I was one of those kids lucky enough to find good friends young. I had many of the same friends throughout elementary, middle, and high school.
There’s something about being friends from the time you learn to tie your shoes until the time you leave for college that just makes life easier.
I knew there were mean kids out there, especially mean girls, but because we spent so much time in our insulated band friend bubble, the mean girls played a smaller role.
I mistakenly thought that mean girls were limited to middle and high school… you know what?
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I’m probably the most boring dresser alive.
My favorite clothes are navy blue and grey. I like stripes and solids and that’s about it.
I live in jeans, I don’t do bright colors or wild patterns, I’m not sure I own anything pink, and I don’t do spandex.
I wear a lot of t-shirts, the occasional sweater, hoodie, and superhero shirt.
I don’t wear jewelry except a watch, my hair and makeup are… boring, there’s not a better way to describe them.Read More »
A good “mom” friend is hard to come by, a quick Google search resulted in 196 MILLION hits in less than a second.
I’ve read articles with titles like “I miss having friends, but right now being a Mom is enough”, “Why I don’t want to be your mom friend”, and “Why is making Mom friends so hard?”.
Let’s just admit (again) that making mom friends is hard, it’s hard to admit that you need other moms!
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We spend a lot of time talking about the beautiful and hilarious aspects of motherhood, but few of us want to admit, even to ourselves, that motherhood can be isolating and lonely.
I can only speak from the experience of mothering littles, some days I find myself collapsing into bed wondering not only if my efforts are worth it, but if any other mothers feel my same sense of frustration and defeat.Read More »
Making mom friends is the worst.
Ok not the worst, but I’d rate it up there with cutting my son’s toenails.
It’s pretty rough.
It’s like dating, except that instead of having a wingman who has their act together you have three wingmen who are about to lose their crap at the slightest provocation.
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