I’ve been struggling a bit with adulting lately- the scheduling, paperwork, general responsibility. I’m sure it will pass as we get settled into our new summer routine, but in the spirit of completely unwarranted self-pity, here is a short list of the most disappointing things about being an adult:
Toenail fungus. Gross.
The world still isn’t fair. What the fuck? Someone should have figured this out by now.
Wearing pants- all day, every day. Who makes these rules?
Having to cook your own dinner. It is significantly less satisfying to sit at the table and yell, “I don’t like this!” in front of a plate of food you made yourself.
Always being in charge. Our kids say things like, “When I am a grown up, I’m going to eat ice cream all day long!” Yeah, sure you will kid. Right up until that second pregnancy makes you lactose intolerant and you realize that being a grown up mostly amounts to paying taxes and treating toe nail fungus with tea tree oil.
No nap time. I’m seriously considering moving to a culture that celebrates siestas.
Also, no recess or summer break.
Picking up dog poop. I could not wait to get my own dog when I graduated college. It was a shock to realize that dogs didn’t come from the shelter potty trained, leash trained or just general “not being an asshole” trained. We’re well past the tough part with Griffey, but there is still plenty of poop to be picked up in the back yard.
Housekeeping. Or I guess just the expectation of housekeeping since I really don’t housekeep in any sense of the word.
It’s a short list. I’m sure I’ve missed some other horrible, no good, very bad, awful things about being an adult, so I have to ask:
What is your least favorite thing about being a grown up?