Like most children, when I was young I believed that being an adult meant I’d have unlimited freedom and I could “do whatever I wanted to do.” Har har har. Now I look back at that 9 year old and tell her to go grab a juice box and watch some cartoons.
Here are all the glorious luxuries that I believed accompanied being a grown up.
| Making money and spending it however I want. |
Well, I do have a job so I do make money… but once it goes to the mortgage, utilities, debt, and savings I don’t have much of that money left…
| Staying up as late as I want to. |
Which is 8pm. But as a functioning adult I force myself to stay up until 10 or 11pm.
| Waking up early to play with my toys. |
HA. I barely wake up early enough to shower before work, let alone hang out with my beanie babies.
| Hanging out with my friends whenever I want to. |
This is actually true-ish and was very accurate in college… but this requires me and those friends to have free time and we all know that doesn’t always happen…
| Adopting all the animals I want and bringing home every stray. |
My husband put the kibosh on this one… which is actually a good thing.
| Spending the night with K and having sleepovers all the time. |
Yep… I loved going from a bed where all the covers, pillows, and blankets belonged to me to a bed where I share EVERYTHING with a snoring, thrashing, heat-producing partner.
| Not having my parents tell me what to do all the time. |
And now I literally seek out their advice. Yep… I’m THAT adult.
| Watching R-rated movie. |
I don’t even like R-rated movies…
| Avoiding my chores and doing the fun stuff first. |
My mother ruined me. As a child I was taught that you work first to play later. I can’t relax and chill unless the laundry is done and the dishes are clean and the living room is vacuumed. UGH.
| Not having to go to church/the dentist/Lowe’s/anywhere I don’t want to go. |
First of all, now I want to go to church so that’s off the list. Secondly, I still avoid the dentist and that’s why my teeth hurt… And owning a home forces me to go to Lowe’s, even though I still hate that store.
( + SIDE NOTE: I have a love/hate relationship with an empty bed. I really do love drifting off next to my hubby and surrounded by our pups. Also, I don’t actually play with Beanie Babies anymore, but in my heyday I boasted a collection of +120. + )
Did adulthood live up to your childhood expectations? What were some things you were “looking forward to”? Am I the only one with an irrational hatred for Lowe’s?