Today is a rainy day. Tomorrow is Sunday. I won’t be teaching Sunday School because I have a full day TOEFL rating shift.

Which is good in a way, in terms of money and some space from the girls. I’ve been turning into Mama Gorilla for the past two days.

And so today’s weather, and the past week in limbo-land, banned from all our usual activities because of girl1’s recovery from the tonsillectomy, have combined to put me in a thoughtful mood.

I really like having a routine and a schedule. One might say I thrive on such a thing. And how often I see a friend or hang out really depends on a schedule, too.

Starting in July (two months away) our schedule is going to go through significant changes. Alot of the friends we see now will have different schedules.

It’s hard not to think of one of girl1’s friends’ schedule changes as a move away from the friendship when it takes that friend from meeting us twice a week to not at all.

Even if the friend’s mother assures me nothing has changed, it still feels like they’re choosing to not focus on our friendship (mommies and daughters) anymore.

And starting in July, girl1’s activities will change to the one-week a pop summer camp stuff, meaning we won’t continually see the same kids over and over.

This is a nice break, keeps us from falling into a rut, but with the debut of girl2 into organized school on the horizon, it is making me a little worried (in a nonintrusive, underlying way) about what all these changes will mean socially.

Because who your child hangs out with has a lot more to do with who the mommy hangs out with than I knew before entering organized school. When they’re babies, it’s all about the moms. But if your kid doesn’t get along with their kid, then you can’t sit and sip coffee because you always have a kid coming and whining to you.

And now I’m expected to balance both girl1 and girl2’s friends while keeping my own writing life friends going?

Along with possibly entering the working world more whole heartedly? I wish I was Kali so I could keep a finger in all these different pies, so to speak.

They don’t tell you about this stuff in the baby classes.

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