Being a grownup is cool because you can drive and stay up late and drink coffee and all, but I am starting to feel that whoever wrote the brochure was not entirely honest about the whole experience, and would like to know who I can speak to about getting my money back. - Rebecca King, my friend online and on the Book of Face
Becki put this on her Facebook wall this morning and I canNOT stop thinking about it. She's exactly right.
Being an adult means that I can drink coffee all day long if I want. I can have it for breakfast, for lunch and even right before bed should I so desire. I remember being a kid and watching grown ups drink coffee, and thinking to myself, When I'm a grown up, I'll do that. I will know I'm a grown up when I can drink coffee.
My parents both drank their coffee black. There is no way in the world I could ever drink my coffee black. None. I'm still a grown up. That French press sits on my counter top all day.
But being a grown up means that when I make money, it immediately goes to the enormous stack of bills that resides right next to my computer - where I will never lose sight of them and forget to pay, say, a water bill. Not that I've ever done that. Nope, not me. Cuz grown ups never ever forget to pay a bill.
Being a grown up means that, should I find money in the washing machine, it immediately becomes mine - and then I use it buy bread. Or milk.
Grown ups are ALWAYS buying bread and milk. It's like they bathe in it or something.
Being a grown up means that I can stay up as late as I want - and I'm often the last person to make it to bed - but it also means that I'm the first person up in the morning. Being a grown up, above all, means being short on sleep every.single.day. I cannot think of a day that I haven't been tired since I was a grown up.
I bitterly regret all of the naps I tried to skip out on when I was young. I never understood why grown ups YAWNED so much.
Being a grown up means that when I walk in the house, I almost always go directly to the kitchen - not to grab a snack, but to wash the dishes and check out the fridge. Probably to see if we are out of bread. Or milk.
Man, I can't WAIT to be a grown up! Imma do what I want, when I want - and NO ONE is going to tell me what to do!
Well, no one IS going to tell me what to do - but if I don't do those things that I don't want to do - the laundry and the dishes and the bill paying and the disciplining and the difficult talks and the spanking, oh Lord, the spanking - the rest of my life is going to be much less enjoyable. Being an adult means that I have to be self motivated to roll out of bed, early enough to make sure the day will go smoothly for everyone, and not sleeping in until the last possible minute and to heck with everyone else.
Being an adult means that I can't jump in the car and drive to the waterpark. It means that I need to make sure I have sunblock/water bottles/towels/hand sanitizer/snacks for the car/hair ties and hats. It means that I won't be riding every ride - not that I really want to, anyway - but I'm an active participant in the Watch This, Mom - No, wait, that's not it - watch THIS! - and nod and smile.
Being a grown up means that if I don't want to do something, I don't have to - but that lack of focus will almost certainly affect more people than just me and have longer, more far reaching consequences than I might ever anticipate. It means that I will almost certainly never have enough money, enough time, enough freedom or enough sleep. Being an adult means that I'm almost always worried about something or someone, often have three (or more!) situations in my brain that I'm mulling over at any one time and frequently am puzzling over something - probably having to do with situations that affect other people.
But, there's the alcohol. That's a bonus too. (I'm kidding. Don't email me and tell me that you are concerned about my alcohol intake. Please.)
When I was a little kid, I desperately wanted to be an adult. It seemed so cool and so carefree.I didn't notice all the time that grown ups sat around doctor's offices for other people. Or, really, all the time grown up sit ANYWHERE waiting on other people.
Now that I'm an adult, I realize that being an adult definitely has some bonus moments, but I would give a lot to go back to the freedom of childhood.