I remember in high school, my friends and I having sleepovers, giggling and planning our lives when we grew up.  I wanted to be married at 22, a house by 25, 2 kids by 26 (a boy and girl), a Mitsubishi Montero and of course my dream job of being a CSI.  Great life right?  At 17, I was ready to be an adult and even wrote my predictions in my senior books I could look back and say “see, look at me being an adult.”  Why in the world was I determined to grow up so fast?

Let’s face it, most of the time, being a grown up sucks. The definition of adult is a person who is fully grown and developed or mentally and emotionally mature.  That means you have to know best, you have to take care of all the responsibilities in your life, you are the supreme ruler in your family. IT’S ALL ON YOU!  Oh man and for some of us, it’s like the responsibilities don’t ever end and then you wonder if you are doing your life right. Are you showing your children what it is to be great in life?  Are you showing them that you can handle being mature and responsible so one day they can be too?  This is what keeps me up at night.  If I can barely handle being an adult, can my sons?

There are days where I wish another adult would just take over and be the adultier adult.  Just put me on autopilot and arrange my life for me, I’ll follow along, I swear it.  But I guess that’s what my parents were there for.  They took care of me and my brother and everything that went with being a family.  You ever get that sense of relief when you are with your parents, even if it’s for a day?  That sense of relief is the knowledge that they are the alpha adults and you don’t have to be mentally and emotionally mature while they are around.  They will take over and be responsible and make the best decisions.

No cares, no responsibility, no being an adult. Doesn’t that sound great?  I am ready for that again.  Except you can’t buy alcohol if you are not an adult.  Hmmmmm, I might need to rethink this……..