It's girls night with my teacher friends. I'd be lying if I told you I didn't feel a pang of sadness at the fact that I will no longer see them on a weekly basis. Change is hard. And the hardest part of letting go of my job...was letting go of the people. We will still see each other and keep in contact, because they are friends, but our Thursday lunches or our weekly laughs...they won't happen. Everything is a trade off. I get more of my boys, but less of these amazing women. We share stories of our terrible mommy moments in the hopes that the others will nod and laugh and share a similar story. They make you feel normal. So tonight, in the middle of the woods (I mean the freaking wilderness) we ate, drank and laughed. Stories upon stories. Everyone needs a friend like this, the one that will share with you that they yelled at their kids that same morning and fed them pop tarts in the backseat of the car, because yep, they too are imperfect.
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