Before I had children, I would have said no. No, of course it wouldn’t change me. I’d still be the same person I was before but with added responsibilities. Well, that isn’t the case.

Before I was a mom, I’d drive all over the place to see my friends. And I had these grandiose plans to just take Little Man with me. But he’s a fussy napper and doesn’t necessarily travel well (beyond 30 minutes in the car). So I’ve canceled plans with friends at the last minute and now have probably ruined a few friendships as well. It’s like I freeze and panic. I never did that before. But now, all of a sudden, it’s like I’m unable to do things on my own because I worry about Little Man and how he’ll react–or how I’LL react due to the lack of sleep (he wakes up early) if I’m out too late.

So I’ve changed. Not always for the better. And I’m not sure how to let my friends know that I don’t mean to hurt them with my indecisiveness. I love my friends. But I know I’ve let a few of them down in the last several months and I’m not sure they will accept my apologies. Perhaps if I’d only done it once, they would. But you know that saying: Fool me once, shame on you… fool me twice, shame on me? These friends must feel like they are fools for thinking I’d be there.

It sucks. It really does. Because I know I’m making these poor choices and it stems from fear but I really can’t convey this to my friends. I think my friends who are mothers understand (they say they do) and my best friend does (but we’ve known each other for 27 years) but a few of my friends may not.

So I hate that I haven’t changed for the better. I’m still me. And I’m a good mother. And I’m not a bad person. But some of these changes have been for the worse.