Let’s establish one thing from the start: before stepping into the world of parenthood, I was undeniably stylish. I sported pants with buttons, partied past the witching hour of 9 p.m., and a couple of cocktails barely put a dent in my night. I even made it a habit to wash my hair before stepping outside—sometimes, I’d even straighten it.
But fast forward four years and two kids later, and my social scene has undergone a dramatic transformation. Friday nights have shifted from sushi and spontaneity to Stouffer’s and episodes of Handy Manny.
I’m not here to complain; I genuinely cherish my Netflix-and-messy-bun existence. A bedtime of 9 p.m.? Count me in! But let’s be real: this transition hasn’t always been smooth sailing.
Every parent can relate to the nostalgia for those nights filled with little black dresses and cocktails. The shift from social butterfly to homebody can be a tough one, but trust me—acceptance will come. You’ll find yourself lounging on the couch at 7 p.m. on a Saturday night, bra-less and enjoying a bowl of cereal. Yes, it’s inevitable.
To help you through this emotional rollercoaster, let’s explore the five stages of grief as they pertain to your social life. I’ve been there, and I can guide you through it.
Stage One: Denial
Picture this: you’re snuggled up on the couch in your pajamas, engrossed in Dance Moms, and reeking of sour milk spit-up. Suddenly, your friend calls with an invitation: “Wanna hit up Pedro’s for Taco Tuesday?” You’ll weigh the idea of sleep against the effort of arranging a babysitter and taking a shower. In your mind, you start to fantasize about hiring a babysitter, skipping the shower, and simply drifting off to dreamland. With a yawn, you’ll respond, “Maybe next time.” And you’ll genuinely believe it—welcome to denial.
Stage Two: Anger
Fast forward a week, and the same scenario unfolds. As you sit in the same pajamas, pumping milk while watching the same show, a realization hits: nothing has changed. The thought of cheesy chicken tacos ignites a flicker of anger within you. How did you end up choosing cereal and Dance Moms over Taco Tuesday and drinks? You glance at your adorable baby, whom you love dearly, but frustration washes over you. Stage Two has been unlocked—welcome to anger.
Stage Three: Bargaining
In this stage, you start questioning your choices: “Why is this happening to me? I miss my social life!” You ponder what you could have done differently. The universe chimes in, reminding you that you wanted to be a parent. You ponder again, then reluctantly concede, “Okay, you win, Universe.”
Stage Four: Depression
Cue the dramatic music. You’re convinced that Taco Tuesday is a distant memory, your friends must hate you, and date nights are a thing of the past. The world feels drab and monotonous, and everyone seems to be unhappy.
Stage Five: Acceptance
Welcome to the light at the end of the tunnel! You begin to realize that binge-watching Netflix is far more enjoyable than overpriced movie nights. Plus, you discover that Pedro’s delivers tacos! No need to even throw on a bra. You cease mourning your social life because, let’s face it, you’ve created some incredible little humans. Who has time for self-pity when you’re raising fabulous kids? Not you, not today. The grieving process is over.
Settle into that couch, Mama. Relish the peace of a quiet house while the kids are asleep and you have no obligations. Pour yourself a glass of wine and unwind. After all, there are countless episodes of Gilmore Girls awaiting your attention along with hot tacos just around the corner.
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In summary, although the transition into parenthood can seem daunting, embracing your new normal can lead to unexpected joys.