Adult-ish. Sometimes.
Friday has arrived and thank goodness for that.
My parents are coming to visit us this weekend. I like when they do that. Mainly because I like to actually see my parents, but also because it means we’ll get out and about and do fun things and its like a little vacation in our own town. (Like a staycation. Gag. Hate that word. For no reason in particular.)
When my parents visit I feel the need to present to them a grown-up, adult-like daughter. This takes vast amounts of effort and energy. At some point I determined that if my parents (or any other family member) was going to visit our house it would be one of museum quality cleanliness. I have no idea why. These people know I don’t clean. They know I do laundry but refuse to put it away.
I think its just that people coming to visit us makes me feel like we’re adults. Adults with visitors. Then I realize that my reality is in stark contrast to anything that can be called “adult.” And I become concerned about the lack of adultness in my life.
A week or so back I asked Zac if he thought at some point I was just going to have bite the bullet and force myself to become an adult or if he thought it was something that would just eventually happen to me.
He said he thought maybe when you have kids you morph into an adult.
That makes sense.
So I decided not to worry about it.
Then I was surfing the blog world for some fun new blogs to become addicted to and I found one. I read the first post and it cracked me up, big time. I read the second post and all was right with the world.
It turns out, I’m not the only twenty-something with an adult deficit.
Please read. Please laugh. Please have a lovely weekend.
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-why-ill-never-be-adult.html
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