There are certain things in life which, no matter the spin you try to bestow, scream ADULT. Things like vacuuming. Lady doctor appointments. Home improvement projects. MORTGAGE PAYMENTS. Amiright? (Note: a decidedly un-adult pastime is googling the spelling of “vacuuming.”)
Ben and I fixed our broken dryer this weekend (so, fine, Ben fixed the dryer and I kind of helped by holding a thing (technical term) in place while he replaced the belt. Because, apparently, dryers need belts? #teamwork), which I think pretty much glues our “grown-up” badges in place, front and center.
Also, today, I contemplated buying a new bath mat AND a magazine storage container.
…IS THIS MY LIFE??
Most days, being an adult is fun. Because I can have gummy bears for lunch if I want, and also bedtime schmedtime. Other days, when I remember that I need to pay my dentist bill and mow the jungle that has become our lawn, being adult seems… less fun.