I wake up, get dressed, get my kids dressed, run my son to school, run errands and whatever else I need to do.
Besides tossing in the kids, it doesn’t seem much different from when I was at home. When do you start to FEEL like a grownup?
Let me think about what’s different now:
- When we get bills in the mail, I actually have to DO something with them besides put them in a pile for someone else. Well, actually I don’t have to, I can let them sit there, but I actually like my electricity.
- When I’m hungry for dinner, I either have to go to the store or make something. I can’t just hope I like what appears before me.
- When I roll out of bed in the morning, no one is yelling to hurry to get to school. Well, I guess this is me imagining that that happening since especially in high school, I was the first one up and out the door in my house.
- I get first dibs on the remote.
- When I leave clothes on the floor, I KNOW that it’ll still be there when I come back.
- When someone yells “Mom”, I actually have to pay attention.
- When someone says I’m hungry, that is an indicator that I’m responsible for doing something (wait, this isn’t different at all).
- I have to review the report cards that come into the house.
- I don’t look forward to going to the club on Friday night and instead hope I get to Redbox before all the good movies are gone.
Those are all the things that ARE different, but I don’t feel any different. I still feel like I could go out and be the life of the party, except I know that I’ll be looked at like that old lady trying to twerk or looking to get her groove back.
Now, I’m the age of the women in the television shows that I use
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