Once upon a time, you and I were friends.
Once upon a time, you and I would hang out regularly. We weren't the best of friends, but when we'd meet we would get along fabulously. We were chummy together, always had a good time...
Once upon a time, I didn't have kids.
Now a visit from you warrants a bad mood, a few choice curse words and an unflattering frown on my face.
And I'm not happy about it or with you.
I ask that leave me alone, go bother someone else that has the time and patience to deal with you. All my time and patience is devoted to two beautiful girls, not some bad-for-me friend who doesn't have my best interests at heart.
I don't mean to be harsh with you, honestly. But now isn't the time for a relationship.
I'm sorry but don't take it too hard.
It's not you. It's me.
I'm too old to be hanging out with your kind.
You deserve someone who can truly appreciate you and all the fun you bring to the table.
Don't worry too much, you'll find someone who will love you and that will have all the time in the world to give you.
I'm sorry but that person will probably never be me again.
Best of Luck,
A Tired Mommy