Reflections of fabulosity

Fabulous. That's what I labeled myself when I was at the height of "the good years". I don't know what made me think that I could be married with children and still be "fabulous" but hey motherhood is on a whole new level now a days right? I couldn't have been more delusional, huh? I had no idea that I was going to be living a completely different life, that my single friends, my BFFs, were going to disappear one by one because my new life is "boring". To make matters worse, I sometimes find my married friends boring because you know... I'm still fabulous. Not anymore I guess.

I don't want to sound superficial, I really do love children but as much as I love kids, once I had a child of my own I do not want to be around a bunch of other peoples kids! No play groups, M.O.P.S. groups, none of that. Is that wrong? I kinda want an escape from what I do everyday all day. I don't want my "me time" to consist of sitting around talking about my child or anyone else's either. The sad part is, I think that's what my old friends think about hanging out with me. When it comes to other mothers I think that makes me sound cold or insensitive, I'm really not, it's just that I used to have so much of a social life and I really miss it. It's like I'm in housewife Limbo or something. Is this something that all stay at home moms go through at some point or another? It's been 3 1/2 years and now I'm REALLY feeling it. On the weekends I'm doing things that I never would have considered fun or exciting, it's still rewarding because it's with my family but it's not my idea of a social life at all. So here I am, drifting away from my "still fabulous" friends but not domesticated enough for some of my new ones. I feel like I've lost my identity...