It went down like this.
I put on a dress. Some makeup. Heels. Picked up my best friend and drove to a wedding reception. I had 1 cupcake, 1 sip of (probably boxed) red wine, 2 waters and danced to the tune of 4 songs. I chatted with friends and laughed and let strangers touch my belly. I was home by 10:30pm and I had a LOVELY time.
And that, for me, is the balance of my life having kid(s). From a social person who preferred to socialize in pajama pants 5/7 nights before kids to the same person but make that 7/7 nights, I do still enjoy the occasional outing. Preferably with dancing. I love my friends and putting the straightening iron to my hair. And when the rest of the wedding was just ramping up I am fine with winding down. I came home with my feet still in tact, my dress clean and my girl waiting.