The Horrible Friend? Guilty as Charged.
I've been feeling guilty lately.
Guilty for not having updated this blog in two weeks.
Guilty for not having worked out since last month.
Guilty for eating my son's beloved Bagel Bites for lunch today.
But what I feel most guilty about is what a horrible friend I have been.
On one hand, I'm very very lucky to have patient and understanding friends. A lot of us have made a pact that we will not feel miffed if we don't hear from each other for a few weeks.
That we inherently know that with work, and kids, and work, and trying to get a good night's sleep (yes, I realize I mentioned work twice), it's hard to have those half hour phone calls we used to or be able to sneak away on a Saturday night for a few hours of girl time.
We all get it.
Remember the days when it was simply "a given" that you'd see all your best friends after work on a Friday night?