My name is Mish, and I am a Responsible Adult.
Today I came home from the gym to wait for the dishwasher repairman. I did the dishes while I waited because it seemed to me that a dishwasher repairman would not like to see a sinkful of dirty dishes (there was no evidence that this was the case). While he was here, I hunted through my fairly organised files of paperwork looking for receipts and warranties. We discussed appliance-repair-prices versus replacing-with-new prices. I said we would ideally prefer to repair the dishwasher than replace it, with Christmas presents being the budget priority (never mind the carbon footprint).
After he left, I rang a government department about a bill that we should never receive but continue to receive year after year. I had my ‘notice of assessment ready for evaluation’ for when I had progressed in the queue and the Officer (a loosely used term?) was able to take my call. I was calm, we worked it out.
Then I quickly got to work writing reports because I was picking up my daughter from school early. I had made her a doctor’s appointment for the afternoon as I suspected she had an ear infection (it was the crying and screaming ‘MY EAR MY EAAARRRR!!!' that was the real clue).
I ate Cruskits with tomato and cream cheese in between reports and I wondered if I should be going out tonight - I had a scratchy throat which more than likely meant I had caught my daughter’s cold. I didn’t want it to get worse with all the drinking and chatting I would partake in if I left the house.
I weighed up the pros and cons as I gargled betadine and put the kettle on for some herbal tea.
OH MY GOD. IT WAS ALL SO FRIGGIN' RESPONSIBLE.
When did I start drinking herbal tea and saying words like 'ideally' and ‘budget priority’ and 'friggin''? When did I weigh up the pros and cons of a night out?
WHEN DID I BECOME SO RESPONSIBLE????
Of course it’s a silly question, I stopped being irresponsible many years ago. Before I had kids even, so I can’t use the old ‘that’s what happens when you become a parent’ excuse.
Sometimes though, I still get surprised it. At least today after my initial 'I am an adult' horror, I swiftly moved through the stages of denial (hey, I break rules, I didn’t even do my weights at the gym this morning!) and anger (well you try being irresponsible on this budget!) and got to a point of acceptance.
I accept that I am an adult now. It is what it is.
It may not be cool to be so responsible, especially according to my teenage self, but it is cooler than not picking up your kids from school because you are half-dressed and coked-out in the back of a paddy wagon. Or whatever the kids are doing these days.
But in a tribute to breaking the rules, I am going to go out tonight. Scratchy throat and all. I might even stay out past midnight…but probably not because the kids have sport early in the morning and, you know, with the dishwasher still broken there’s going to be a lot of dishes to do.
Also, I am NOT going to drink that herbal tea.
SO, teenage self, sit on THAT and spin! Or whatever the kids are saying these days.
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