Adulting is weird.
Like one minute you’re talking taxes, going to all of your friends’ weddings, working on becoming a literal doctor, you have an actual day planner, and you use it, and you think, “Yeah, I’m an adult.”
Then you’re at home, being “an adult” listening to fancy jazz music, cooking delicious food, drinking an adult beverage… in the giant onesie pajamas your mother bought you for Christmas.
And that is the moment – the moment you realize you’re a fraud, and the adulting is a lie.
Oh well, onto another year of playing pretend!
Happy New Year!
6 Comments
Ashlee
January 6, 2016 at 8:18 pmUm, onesie jammies with kitty paw prints all over?! Your mom has excellent taste!
Hannah
January 6, 2016 at 8:32 pmLOL right?
Kay
January 7, 2016 at 5:26 pmHappy New Year to you as well! And seriously, adulting, yes. I’m a 27-year-old mother and I got a giant 20″ Link action figure for Christmas, and loved it. Adulting, yeah!!! Your jammies are fabulous!
Hannah
January 8, 2016 at 2:25 pmBahahaha! That’s fantastic
ASpaceBlogyssey.com
February 16, 2016 at 9:41 amHa, ha unfortunately as someone in her late 30s, I definitely feel like an adult! 🙂 I think it finally hit me after age 35.
BabyGoat.net
June 7, 2016 at 10:02 amMy 13 year old twin daughters tell me to be quiet because they are doing homework or studying for a test. I try to convince them to take a break to watch a show on TV, but they won’t. Perhaps they are the ones adulting! lol