I feel this so hard. I recently got back from the first in-person work retreat we've had since 2019 (like so many others, I've been trapped in a Zoom box since 2020), and it was like all of us realized, "Oh yeah, being around people in person is a completely different, incredibly fun, life-affirming experience." (I happen to really like my coworkers, I imagine not all in-person work retreats are as fun...) The only thing that's kept me sane in recent years is a weekly group of three other women, all of whom live within walking distance, who come to my house every Wednesday to drink wine with me after my kids go to bed. The standing time is SO helpful, and yes, sometimes they flake out AFTER I've gone to the trouble of cleaning the toilet, but that semi-consistent camaraderie has been life-saving. I also appreciate that it's not all "mom friends" -- one is 69 and childfree, one is 31 and childfree, and one is 46 with grown kids. The help keep me both wise and young!