I really love my cool new coven of mommy friends that I acquired just by popping out a kid.  Women I barely knew and with whom I had little in common, have, over the past 2 years, become some of my closest friends – in large part simply because we’ve both procreated.  We’re sharing the same profound, oft humorous experience so there’s always something to talk about.

However, I would die without my single ladies. Die. They’re always ready to go when I need a night out on the town and our lively conversations never involve how to find the best sippy cup.  Though truly, I sometimes have to bite my tongue when my non-mommy friends talk about being busy or tired.  Girl, you DON’T KNOW busy or tired until you’ve had a kid.

But that fact remains that now that I’m in my 30s, a ton of women in my circle are married with kids.  This leaves our beloved single ladies somewhat in the lurch.  Their circle tends to shrink a bit as they watch their former wing women and partners in crime popping out kids and popping in DVDs at night instead of popping champagne. [Read more...]