The mommy friend??!
I was at a house-warming braai on Saturday night with my besty and a few of her friends. As i arrived I gave her a huge hug as I had not seen her for a while and she introduced me to her other girlfriends. “Ladies, this is *** she is my mommy friend”
To say i was surprised is an understatement.
When i was a bit younger (not by much..), i had 2 girlfriends, my high school besty’s. There was one girl who was the mommy friend – always doing the responsible thing, going to bed at a reasonable hour, studying when there was studying to be done, doing shopping for her mum when she was working, going home early from a party because she had had enough to drink, etc. Then there was girl number 2, she was the A+ student- the career girl if you will. She excelled in everything she did, knew where she was going and knew exactly how she was getting there and then there was me…
I was the girl who would party all night, snuck out of my bedroom window to meet a boy at the front gate, Left for the entire weekend and then dreaded the Sunday when i had to go home and face my mum (i didn’t tell her of course!)…
Now our lives seem to be completely different. Friend #1 is now studying at uni to be a social worker she is still very maternal but that aside, she parties hard every weekend, dancing till the early hours of the morning- spends most of the time at her boyfriend’s house and just lives life as we all should in our early 20’s, friend #2 she is still career driven, also studying at uni but again parties until the sun comes up, got arrested once – GASP.
Me?? I sit at home, with my fiancé. Wake up the same time every morning, go to work, come home, make dinner, shower, watch a series (greys anatomy, fringe etc) I will then go to bed and either 1. Read my book or 2. Knit – I KNIT?? When did this happen?
I have become old, old in my youth.
This should not be happening.
She knits?? WOW!
I hear you though, I have to admit that I’ve also become that “daddy”…the responsible kinda guy that always gets to drive the rest home after a binge. I guess every clique needs the responsible one else we would be writing about all the friends we’ve lost to the life of the party.