New(ish) mum Samantha Dooey-Miles is charting her life in doodles. This week, she’s either an accidental bad friend or the best friend ever.

Something rare happened this week. I socialised. Quite a lot.

This being a rarity has nothing to do with being a mother to a one-year-old, it has to do with being inherently lazy and favouring being on my sofa covered in a blanket and lounging whenever possible.

I was like this before I had a baby and I’ll be like this once she’s off curing cancer, manning shuttles to Mars or whatever else makes her happy when she’s an adult. (Although she did learn to sit up very early so, with that advanced level of development, she is probably going to cure cancer while still at high school,. This will free up her 20s for dating idiots and travelling a bit, which’ll be nice.)

Because my friends are not unutterable horrors, they welcome my child to whatever we do and not only because if I couldn’t bring the baby then it would be almost impossible to see them.

But while they are good people, I am turning into a bad friend. Not in some ‘now I have a child, your life is not as important to me as it once was’ way but in a ‘not concentrating on what is said because she’s standing too close to the corner of your glass coffee table’ way.

I want to be fully present, to soak up all of our precious time together. Then my daughter will yawn and wobble as she toddles about and I’ll think, ‘should I try and get her to nap?’ while my friend is confessing their biggest secret in the world and I can’t ask for it to be repeated or I’ll seem like the worst pal ever.

Actually, maybe I’m a great friend to have if you’ve a lot to get off your chest: you can tell me practically anything and I’ll either not hear it, or I’ll be so busy watching Netflix and napping for the interim period between chats that I’ll never share what’s been said with another living soul.

See Samantha
s previous doodles here.


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Written by Samantha Dooey-Miles

Sam is a first-time mum doodling and blogging her way through teething, nappies and the constant struggle of never quite being sure whether she lives in Essex or London. Find her blog at anewessexgirl.com.