My toddler flushed his underwear down the toilet today while I was doing the laundry. The Hubs works until 7:00, and my one year old has been fussy, fussy, fussy. It's days like this that make me feel the isolation of motherhood, that make me long for more community.
I want to drink coffee (or something fruitier and stronger, perhaps) with half a dozen women roughly my age. I want to laugh and cry and lose track of the time because the conversation is so good.
This doesn't happen enough. Life is busy. Lack of transportation and childcare. My own motivation sometimes wanes.
But there are pockets of moments in which I experience community. Some small talk on a Wednesday night. A friend bringing coffee to me. Another showing up to help give me a sanity break with my babies.
And I find community online. Reading mommy blogs is sometimes my online "lifeline" during a long day at home. Old friends give me advice or share a laugh on facebook, and I am renewed a little bit somehow.
Community beats coffee any day of the week. But in an ideal world, I could have both.