There were a thousand things to be done at home.
And a calendar full of things I should be doing.
I gladly went to see a friend

We met at a cozy café. Between calls and reminders, we found little windows of time to talk.
Not about anything urgent or world-changing — just us.
How we’ve been. What’s been hard. What’s been funny.
We didn’t finish the conversation, but our hearts felt a bit fuller.

And here’s the thing:

As mums, we often feel guilty for taking time for ourselves.
There’s always something else we “should” be doing.
But making time to connect — especially with friends who get it — isn’t a luxury. It’s a lifeline.

It’s easy to lose yourself in motherhood.
Your identity wraps itself around routines, school runs, work calls, tantrums, and that never-ending invisible labor that no one sees but you feel in your bones.

But that one hour reminded me:
I still exist — beyond being a mum.

Here’s what that short catch-up gave me:

• A few deep breaths that weren’t about calming tantrums
• A reminder that I’m not alone in this juggle
• Laughter that wasn’t followed by cleaning up a mess
• And most importantly, connection — to someone, and to myself

So yes, the work at home waited. The house wasn’t perfect.
But my mind felt clearer. My shoulders lighter.
And I came home a little more grounded, a little more me.

To all the mums reading this — call your friend.
Meet her. Talk about the serious, the small stuff.
You won’t regret it.

Because sometimes, a coffee with a friend is more healing than a nap.
(Though let’s be honest, we need both.)