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I’ve been an adult since 18 “technically”….I left home and went out on my own to college and couldn’t wait. I soon realized that I everything I’d known up to that point in life, was out the window. Crazy about how excited I was to grow up, to take on more responsibility. Was it awesome? In some ways, yes. But, let’s face it, adulting is hard work.
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In my twenties, I was just learning the ropes of being an adult. Answering to myself, hanging out with friends, attending classes, working here and there…life was all good. Then, suddenly, I found myself a college graduate in the “real world” and that is when life rocked my world. Would I change anything in my path that has led me to where I am now? No, not necessarily…but, maybe I would have made it a little less rocky along the way. 🙂
So, now that I’m in my 30’s (yikes!), life has yet again unveiled so many new and different opportunities, and I’ve realized that adulting is really really hard some days.
So, what ways has it hit me that adulting is hard work?
I’m my own alarm clock
I can’t snooze myself…or can I? I am an adult right? (Ask my husband, my 5:30AM alarm is just for “show”….I hit snooze about 3 times, then forcefully drag myself out of bed)
I have to cook for myself…and now my family too
Well, this is debatable really…when I say cook for myself, I mean I eat some peanut butter or I pour some dressing on a salad..and when I say I cook for my family what I really mean is that my husband cooks for us and we devour it.
I’m a taxi driver constantly for the little humans living in our home
I used to joy ride around town for pleasure growing up, or zip around in my little car running errands here and there. But now, I drive my SUV full of my mini-me’s and toodle them all over with Taylor Swift blaring constantly on my CD player that once was occupied by Counting Crows.
I can choose to eat my dessert first
I know, I know…this sounds awesome. BUT, I have no one telling me I can’t eat my dessert first or telling me I’ll spoil my dinner, so….quite frequently…I spoil my dinner! Bad food choices!
The Laundry is NEVER ending!
Like seriously, never-ending. In 5 days how did our household go through 28 pairs of pants? How is that even a possibility?
I have to clean more than just my room now
Yes, I have to keep an entire house clean. Never in my wildest dreams growing up, when I was moaning and belly aching about just having to clean my room, did it ever enter my mind that in a few short years I would be multiplying that one room of cleaning by 10.
I’ve got bills…and they’re multiplying (I hope you are singing Grease in your mind right now…)
I’m not losing control (:-)) But, paying bills is a HUGE part of being an adult. Over-rated if you ask me.
Back in the good ol’ days, my mom made all my appointments…and followed up on them…and took me to them..and got my prescriptions..and paid the bill…and paid for my insurance every month. But now? Up to me. and I don’t like it. Not one bit.
Pajama pants and that “just woke up look” are not proper work attire
Can we all just pause for a moment and remember the days of college when it was totally normally to roll into class in your PJ’s or some other shackle of clothing that looked like you literally just rolled out of bed? I miss those days. Apparently, this is frowned upon the in the real world. Oh, the little things that college didn’t prepare us for.. 🙂
You’re always being watched
No, not like Big Brother is watching (well, maybe that too) but, when you are an adult, you are always being watched, whether by your employer or your children, others see you and your actions. You are held solely accountable for your words and your actions when you are an adult. No blaming your friends anymore…those days are over!
While these 10 ways make adulting harder than not, I do love being an adult. I appreciate the freedom I have, I love my family and I love being able to be me without worry. Some days, I need 500 cups of coffee to make it through the day, and that’s okay. Life happens. Sometimes, life just stinks. But, the good outweigh the bad ALWAYS, and the sun rises and sets, and every day is a new day where you have the opportunity to start all over. Isn’t being an adult awesome in that sense?
What ways do you think adulting is hard?