Adulting: doing the grownup stuff, even the not fun ones. Everything from eating icky vegetables to being “the only parent in the whole neighborhood” that assigns chores and a bedtime. The one who’s responsible for having food in the house, ensuring all living creatures keep up with their vaccines, and paying bills so they don’t cut off the power.
But sometimes we get strapped, so adulting means Handling Business because choices are what one might call limited. Handling Business like:
** Driving yourself to Urgent Care while half blind/vomiting uncontrollably/bleeding profusely because there just isn’t anyone else around with a driver’s license.
** Picking up milk at 10:00pm because the kids killed three cartons in four days and the world will end if they can’t have their cereal the next day.
** Asking “What was that?” after a huge bang even though there’s no screaming and you are absolutely too tired to give a shit.
** Throwing out the old, stale, moldy, questionable leftovers because apparently the rest of the family thinks the fridge exists outside time and space with a limitless capacity and odor proof plexiglass.
** Telling the doctor you have a sore throat even though you know he’ll jab swabs into the depths of your mouth until you’re gagging.
** Not buying that really cool [insert item here] you wanted because holy crap, are ALL these our bills??
** Taking one for the team (even when it’s not your team) because somebody’s gotta do it.
Adulting. Like a boss, baby.
I can relate to milk story of yours.
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Phew! You are a trooper! 😊
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Aren’t we all!
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Haha Love this! Adulting has been (and will continue to be) a roller coaster of fun and grief!
Thanks for the laugh!
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Thanks for reading. It’s the laughter that makes the crazy bearable!
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Have to admit, sometimes I do not feel like an adult because it’s just me and my mutt, and therefore I can get away with as much (or as little) as I want as it pertains to the way my home is run. And then I read this and realize that I’m adulting like a pro – I’m the only one around to pay, to shop, to cook, to clean, to take care of Dex (the mutt), to make appointments and anything else that goes on around here. And I’m still living. So while more often than not it doesn’t feel like it, I must be doing something right 😉
(And I’ll also admit, since it’s hard to always shop portion control for just one human, I always end up with just a little too much, so my fridge is also one that exists outside of time and space)
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It’s amazing how much adulting we do before we even realize it! Kids bring it into sharp focus, but you’re right — you’re already nailing this! 😉
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Haha, I bet! But what could be more worth it? 🙂
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Yeah okaaaay….but…can’t I do it tomorrow????
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My answer is almost always YES! which is how we end up with piles of laundry to be done and kitchen counters hidden under piles of crap. I guess that means hubby might say I could be doing a bit more adulting… bwahahahaha!!!
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not ’til you’re 6 feet under, anyway
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Adult I got – a job from which you cannot resign.
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Ahhh, autocorrect! Adulting. . .
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Thanks for the laugh. I especially love this: Throwing out the old, stale, moldy, questionable leftovers because apparently the rest of the family thinks the fridge exists outside time and space with a limitless capacity and odor proof plexiglass.- adulting because husbands forget sometimes 🙂
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The fridge — UGH. I especially hate the veggies that get forgotten at the crisper drawer. Pull out one of those slimy, gross things and it’s enough to put me on carbs for a week!
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Haha. Eeeeeew. 🙂
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