You would think having 3 babies and a husband and a mortgage would have brought the adult out in me but it hasnt, it’s been more like playing house. I get to burp and feed and dress my babies just like I did when I was six and had 20 pretend babies. Ive been practicing my whole life for that and I used to pretend I had husbands all the time too, they were fake and usually in the shape of a pillow but they were mine so…
I got taller but seem to have never stopped playing. That was until the last few months. I think that everything was all kinda coming at me real slow like and then
it hit me like a tractor. I saw it coming but wanted to keep picking flowers and didn’t move in time. Now I am an adult and I don’t quite know how to act or react.
Here are the 6 reasons why I’ve been kicked in the butt by adulthood.
1. We are saving up for a van, yes a van, but with 3 kids packed like sardines in the back seat of our SUV the idea of a van makes my heart melt.
2. I wear elastic waistbands all the time, I mean all the time!
3. I want to redo our house so we can sell it and buy the house we are gonna die in.
4. Makeup just doesn’t matter any more. While I do like to doll up still it is very rare that I have time for it. My face is naked and haggard and I just don’t have a chance to care.
5. I went to a pampered chef party and bought measuring cups….. measuring cups people!
6. I told my daughter she needed to fix her attitude, which is identical to what my mom said to me growing up.
I realize that these are silly reasons but when I noticed them and felt them all within a couple weeks of each other the word adulthood took my breath away.
I shall explain in a few short sentences, I am not at all afraid of getting older. I shrieked with glee when I turned 30. I will not dye my gray hairs and I will not get too fussy when I start wearing elastic pants all the time (wait, already there!). But the actual adulthood thing… eek. For some reason when I think of an adult I think of someone who doesn’t skip anymore or laugh out loud, or really have any fun at all.
I realize I totally have a misconception of the word.
The actual definition of adult:
having attained full size and strength; grown up; mature: an adult person, animal, or plant.
Being a mature grown up never hurt anybody I suppose. It’s what my parents always wanted for me. (sigh)
So instead of running away and sulking I will just have to pull up my elastic adult pants and skip ahead. Embrace that word like I did 30 and pay my bills on time.
Yay for me!