I apologize for not being able to attend your gathering. Please know it’s nothing personal—it’s just that I’m utterly exhausted and craving some time at home. You see, ever since I became a parent about five years ago, sleep has been a distant memory. My energy levels have plummeted, and my brain has been on a permanent vacation since my first pregnancy.
During our last few encounters, I probably rambled on about the same topics more than once. I’m sorry for that! Honestly, I can barely keep track of the days, let alone engage in meaningful conversations that don’t revolve around children’s shows.
After welcoming my second child, things got even more chaotic. My life has turned into a whirlwind of managing kids and their endless chatter (and yes, astonishingly frequent discussions about bodily functions). So, back to my original point: the reason I couldn’t make it to your event is that if I had a moment to spare, I would likely choose to indulge in some much-needed “me” time instead.
Here are just a few of the things that would top my list:
- Locking myself away with a good book, some music, and a glass of wine.
- Taking a nap, because oh, how I miss those!
- Pampering myself with a haircut or manicure, just to remember what it’s like to have time for such luxuries.
- Enjoying a shopping spree—real shopping, in an actual mall!
- Ordering takeout from my favorite restaurant, away from the family’s questionable food choices, and savoring it in the car while listening to my favorite tunes.
Honestly, the idea of going to an event and making small talk with new faces is at the bottom of my list, right above lengthy phone calls with relatives. It’s not about your gathering at all; I’m still navigating some postpartum anxiety, and being in a crowd can trigger my “people sweats”—a term I may have just made up, but it feels very real.
And for those wondering why I can’t just bring my kids along, well, you probably don’t have kids! The anxiety of trying to manage a wild toddler in front of strangers is a whole different level of stress.
So while I’m sorry for missing your event, maybe it’s a blessing in disguise. You can be grateful I spared you the spectacle of a feisty 4-year-old and the awkwardness of my nerves.
I promise, I’ll find my energy for adult engagements again someday. Until then, I’m reserving my precious free time for self-care, because I need it just as much as I want it. They say, “Happy mom, happy home,” and I couldn’t agree more!
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In summary, I apologize for my absence at your event, but it’s a reflection of my current need for downtime amidst the chaos of motherhood. I appreciate your understanding and look forward to catching up when I’m feeling more like myself.