Adulting….I don’t want to!!!!!
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Adulting….I don’t want to!!!!! You can’t make me! OK, fine, if I must. ….Because kids…. (That phrase works everywhere!)
How did I get here? Wasn’t I just in high school!? And now…. I’m. A. Mom!!??
Sometimes I feel like I’m playing hookie (spelled right? …hooky?…I think it’s hooky…..) from school.
How do I have a house and bills and responsibilities? You want me ….to care for children!? AAAHHH!!!!
Seriously though. I don’t feel like a grown up. Wait……(dramatic pause, as I touch my arm) …. No, no I don’t. Shouldn’t MY mom be over here, taking care of these wild kids running around my house? I guess not. I will go on. I can do this. At least my husband seems to think so. He leaves me here everyday with them. So, I must be doing something right…
I sometimes feel like someone else should be cleaning or grocery shopping or cooking dinner, or maybe I just wish someone else would…sigh. Calgon! Take me away!
I mean seriously, these kids eat 3 meals a day. AND snacks. And they have homework. And bathtime. Bedtime. Chores. Practice….and much more. Oh dear! It never ends!
I’m not good at confrontation, at all. So, I’m always hoping nothing major ever happens, especially with my kids at school, or something medically, god forbid! But I will step up if necessary, because who else will! (Please do it husband!). I just need someone to make all the important decisions and tell me what to do. And how to do it. And when to do it. That’s not too much to ask…right!?
Phone calls. I do not like to make phone calls. Especially if it’s to complain about something. Ick. No, can’t do it. Please no. Making appointments suck, but I do it because the dang kids won’t! I avoid them like the plague. (The phone calls, not the kids).
Introducing myself. That is a tough one. I’m not good at going up to new people. (Thank god my kiddos are friendly and don’t care). I’m shy when it comes to new people and small talk is HARD. I’m like “What do I say? What do I say?”. But once I get to know you, well then I just don’t shut up! Mwahahaha!!
But there are some good things about adulting…..
Staying up late. (even though I regret it every morning!)
- Buying new things because you have money. (sponges, tablets and pens anyone?)
- Starting a new month on my dry erase calendar. (just me? Oh….)
- Watching whatever you want on TV (except when kids are around).
- No rules!!! (they’re called laws now….)
- Eat whatever, whenever. (except when kids are around).
- Driving wherever you want. (you know, sports and stuff).
OK. That list did not go as planned….
Oh life, why are you so hard when we get older and have to do all the adult things? But, this is my life, they are my kids, this is my house, and I shall be the responsible one. For the most part anyway. (Anyone else want to do it? Anyone? Bueller. Bueller. No? Ok…).
Oh, to be a kid again. AmIright!!??
Do you guys ever feel that way? Like your still a kid? Like someone else waaaay more responsible should be taking care of things? How do you deal? Or maybe you rock at adulting? (In which case, maybe you can come do my adulting). … Anyway, I just keep on truckin! We all got this, right?
Until next time….