I just had the most wonderful weekend. Saturday was spent with three of my single girl friends and as usual, we laughed, analysed the world, pranced about, acted like idiots and generally had a fantastic time.
Today one of those friends celebrated her birthday and had around 25 friends round to her house for the most delicious lunch.
The four of us worked hard both yesterday and today, preparing the food and the birthday girl’s house for the celebration. In fact we were up at 7am this morning (unheard of for most singles, on a Sunday no less – well, for me anyway) to get everything ready on time. We wanted our friend to have a wonderful and fun birthday, so we made a big effort throughout the party to help out (and had sooo much fun doing it!): doing the washing up; chatting to people who seemed not to know anyone else there; playing with the kids and giving their parents a bit of a break.
I wonder… if the four of us were married with kids, would we have been able to help our friend have a memorable birthday in the same way? I doubt it. With children (and less so, spouses!) comes a lot of responsibility and hard work, and your life is no longer your own. Today I decided that while I am still fully in control of my time (i.e. un-dictated by feeding and napping schedules!) I’m going to be that friend who can always be counted on for support.