The reality is nobody loves your baby (or pet) as much as you do. We were ceding our sacred Saturday night to something — to age, to a lifestyle we weren’t ready for, to an identity we didn’t claim, to having to be less drunk than we wanted to be because the children were watching — all for the sake of having time with our friends. But as I watched another friend cut her night short due to toddler meltdown, I felt comforted that all of us were making that compromise. And even though nobody quite got what they wanted how they wanted it, at least we found a way to hang out.

Allison P. Davis, The Cut, “Our friendship survived bad dates, illness, marriage, fights. Why can’t it survive your baby?“

Inevitably, new developments—and new constraints—come up in life. Compromise (or accommodation) is the way to adapt. This pairs well with themes explored in Four Thousand Weeks. (See this post and this one. This was known as adulting.)