Occasionally, I experience vivid recollections of my past life. One moment, I might find myself at a drive-thru, and then, suddenly, a familiar tune from the past starts playing on the radio — and just like that, I’m transported back to a time when makeup and stylish outfits were essential parts of my routine. A time filled with laughter and the unmistakable scent of hairspray in a college dorm bathroom. My friends and I would get ready for a night out, all while spinning around to our favorite tracks.
Nights that began with preparations at 9 p.m. — a concept that now seems utterly foreign to me, as 9 p.m. has shifted to “time to unwind and get cozy” in my current life. Who on earth voluntarily wears anything constricting at half-past nine? Not me. Not anymore.
Before motherhood, I thrived on the energy of bustling crowds. I danced alongside friends until the neon lights of fast food restaurants called us home. Even after marriage, I made time for nights out with those I cherished. But fast-forward to the present: two children later, and my Saturday nights look entirely different.
I must admit, my last five Saturdays were spent at home, devoid of company. Sure, there were people in the house — they were just already asleep. There was no pre-party hype, no hairspray in sight, and certainly no late-night taco runs. And you know what? It was absolutely wonderful. Call it a sign of aging or just a simple choice, but nowadays, my ideal Saturday night consists of cozying up on the couch with some indulgent snacks and enjoying the blissful silence.
I still adore my friends; they are fantastic people. However, since becoming a mother, I’ve discovered an even deeper love: sleep. Whether I receive invitations to dazzling outings or not doesn’t matter. The result is always the same: yoga pants, bra off, air conditioning set to a comfortable level, and a commitment to rest.
It doesn’t matter if you’re the Queen of England; I’m not going. Sleep prevails — every single time.
“But, Riley! We’re heading to this incredible ice cream shop where everything is organic and locally sourced!” To which I respond, “There’s no dessert that can compare to a night of uninterrupted slumber.”
“But, Riley! There’s a gathering with all our friends, complete with margaritas and board games!” I’ll take sleep over any party, thank you very much.
“But, Riley! We’re going to this amazing concert. Don’t you want to dance?” Sorry, ladies. I’ll be at home, grooving along to the rhythm of my own sleep cycle.
It’s not that I’m trying to be unsociable; I truly enjoy my time with friends. However, the reasons for my absence are straightforward. Parenthood has brought on significant sleep deprivation, leading to a critical choice: Do I want to put on makeup, wear real pants, and leave the house? Or do I choose sleep?
If you find yourself hesitating over that question, it’s likely your children sleep like logs, or perhaps you’re simply superhuman. But if you’ve ever faced the overwhelming exhaustion of sleep deprivation, you’ll understand why sleep becomes your ultimate desire.
Do I miss my friends? Absolutely. Do I sometimes long for the carefree days when a night out didn’t require meticulous planning, expensive babysitters, and a desperate need for concealer? Yes. But don’t feel sorry for me. I’m quite content on my couch, in an oversized tee, with my ice cream by my side.
In about ten minutes, you can bet I’ll be gearing up for some quality time — in bed. I’ll be flipping my duvet until I find that perfect cool spot for my weary head. Because on Saturdays, and every Saturday to come, my priority is clear: sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep.
And while I love my friends, my love for sleep reigns supreme.
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Summary
In this humorous reflection on the changes that come with motherhood, the author discusses the shift in priorities from socializing to prioritizing sleep. The narrative conveys a relatable sentiment for parents who now find solace in quiet nights at home rather than bustling outings with friends.
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