This is pretty much how I've felt lately.
What is "adult."
I do everything one of them is supposed to do.
Laundry, dishes, changing diapers.... but still. I dance around the house like a moron and chase my daughter for over an hour to give her kisses. I like to play and have fun and do things on a whim. I don't like driving-it makes me panic.
Like hey there, driving instructor, before you give me my test, do you mind if I take five Xanax? That doesn't sound very adult-like.
How does one "adult?" Because I'm lost here. Do I wear a suit? Do I stop watching Spongebob and going out places in my pajamas? Do I stop wanting to have fun? Do I start looking for some corporate job that makes me miserable just to prove that I can be an adultier-adult?
So yes, I'm looking for an easier job. That way when I come home to my daughter I'm not frustrated or exhausted? I love to see her and play with her and have fun. And I don't want a super serious job that will prevent me from going to school.
I guess growing up and being an adult are two separate things. Because I grew up when I had my daughter.
So did my husband. But on the inside? We're both still kids.
So yes, I'm looking for an easier job. That way when I come home to my daughter I'm not frustrated or exhausted? I love to see her and play with her and have fun. And I don't want a super serious job that will prevent me from going to school.
I guess growing up and being an adult are two separate things. Because I grew up when I had my daughter.
So did my husband. But on the inside? We're both still kids.