Every so often, I find myself having these nostalgic moments. One minute, I’m cruising through a drive-thru, and the next, a catchy tune from the early 2000s comes on the radio, and suddenly I’m whisked back to a time when eyeliner and a perfect blowout were essential parts of my routine. I can almost smell the hairspray and hear the laughter that echoed in the college dorm bathrooms. My friends and I would get ready for nights out, full of energy and anticipation, until the glow of the Taco Bell sign would signal the end of our adventure.
Fast-forward to today, with two kids in tow, and my weekends look quite different. I must admit, my last five Saturday nights have been blissfully spent at home — just me, my couch, and a little peace. Sure, there were people around, but they were all tucked in bed. There were no pregame rituals or late-night escapades, and honestly? It was absolutely wonderful. Call me dull or washed up, but my idea of a big Saturday night now revolves around yoga pants, a snack binge, and the tranquil sounds of silence. I am the literal definition of Netflix and chill.
I still adore my friends; they are fantastic and fun. However, since becoming a mother, I’ve discovered something even more precious: sleep. Whether I’m inundated with enticing invitations or not receiving any at all, the outcome is the same: comfy pants, bra off, AC on low, and sleep.
It doesn’t matter how appealing the plans sound. “But Jenna! We’re heading to this fantastic ice cream shop where everything is organic and healthy!” I respond, “Nothing compares to the joy of uninterrupted sleep.”
Or “Jenna! Everyone will be at this epic party with margaritas and board games!” To which I say, “There’s no gathering more thrilling than a full night’s sleep.”
“Jenna! There’s a concert with all our favorites! Don’t you want to dance?” I’ll be home enjoying my own rhythm, the circadian one.
It’s not that I want to miss out on fun or time with my friends. I genuinely love them. The reality is simple: parenthood has left me in a constant state of sleep deprivation, forcing me to choose between getting dressed and heading out or sinking into my cozy bed. If you hesitate answering this question, maybe your children sleep like logs, or perhaps you’re a superhero. But if you’ve ever felt that bone-deep fatigue, you understand that sleep becomes your greatest love.
Do I miss my friends? Absolutely. Do I sometimes long for those carefree nights when a girls’ night out didn’t involve hiring a babysitter and dealing with sleep debt? Yes, but don’t pity me. My tub of ice cream and I are perfectly content on the couch, oversized shirt on, and my bra unceremoniously tossed aside.
In about ten minutes, I’ll be channeling my inner Missy Elliott — that is, I’ll be putting my thang down in bed, flipping the duvet to find that perfect cool spot for my tired head. Because there’s one thing I prioritize on Saturdays and every Saturday to come… Sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep. I love you all, truly, but sleep holds the top spot in my heart.
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In summary, as a mother, I’ve found that sleep has become my ultimate luxury, overshadowing all social engagements. While I cherish the moments with friends, the alluring comfort of my bed has taken precedence.