Girl…you miss your bestie, but neither of you has the energy to put on a real bra, find matching shoes, and leave the house. 😂💋 Friendship after 40 is sending each other reels, saying “we need to get together,” and never actually picking a date. We know who’s stressed, who didn’t sleep, whose kids are testing her last nerve, and who needs to be talked out of cutting her own bangs. 🤣 I’m 51 with six kids. “Are you free Thursday?” requires a calendar, a family group text, a backup plan, and a small miracle. And please define “dinner.” If the reservation is at 8, girl…that’s when I take my bra off and put on pajamas. But I still want those nights where we laugh too loud, order dessert, and finish a story without somebody yelling “MOM!” I miss your FACE—not just your profile picture. 💕 Until we get that date on the calendar, enjoy the reel I just sent you. It reminded me of us. Again. 🤣 💋 Tag your bestie and pick an ACTUAL date. We deserve a girls’ night! Follow Super.Mom.Of...