Daily Dose of Mama: I Don't Want to Grow Up: I'm a Toys * Us Mom

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

I Don't Want to Grow Up: I'm a Toys * Us Mom

Sometimes being an adult is so lame. I can vividly recall desperately wanting to be a "grown up" when I was younger. Now I look back on that time so fondly. Someone else made money for me, bought and cooked my meals, washed my clothes, paid for utilities, gas, cable, and even paid my taxes! They even paid me just for being me. What a life!

I'm pretty sure if I called my mom and dad up today and begged them to buy me a pizza, they would try. But the lamest part of being an adult is that I would never do that.

Because I am an adult.

Appa turned 29 recently. This is unconcerning for both of us. (In case you were wondering, "unconcerning" is not a word. "Unconcerned, unconcernedly, and unconcernedness" are all words though. You're welcome.) We've not yet began to feel that horror most people feel when they leave their 20's in the dust. In fact, our feelings are almost the opposite.

We're almost 30!?! Us? Seriously?

Appa and I have been together since I was 16. We've grown together and that has been great, but it almost makes it very easy to forget how far we have come (and how many years that took us). We're still cracking the same inside jokes from 1997.

Me, specifically, I often forget that I am an adult. Not just a young adult who is trying to be a totally-with-it independent woman, but an actual adult with a husband, a mortgage, two cars, a kid, a whole bunch of legal papers for another kid, a living will, coworkers who are younger than my siblings, and parents who live 5 states away.

No more someone else washing my clothes for me. (Actually, Appa does a lot of the laundry in our house.)

Yet, I am as nostalgic as they come and I think I am a pretty fun loving, young-at-heart sort of adult. I love things that remind me of my childhood.

Which is why I have my two favorite Care Bears (who in my young mind were dating) and a Mickey Mouse globe I got on a girl's trip to Disney World with my BFF sitting prominently in front of my computer.

At work.

They make being an adult a little less lame.

1 comment:

AmiSeptember 30, 2009 at 9:19 PM
Sydney was the pink Care Bear for Halloween one year. I would send it to you for when you get little sis in a few years, but I know you won't use it
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