I’m an Adult Now

I’ve been one for a while, of course, but the last 48 hours have felt especially heavy with adutlhood. See, I’m pretty sure that the only trait that really makes one an adult is responsibility — for paying bills, for taking care of dependents, for going to your job.

I’m not going to spend a lot of pixels bitching about my situation but I am exhausted, mentally, from dealing with the many-forked options in front of us thanks to one single block that sent the Jenga tower of our day-to-day routine tumbling. What irks me the most is that I didn’t see how much was resting on that single block; I was busy looking at another one, further down in the tower, and daydreaming about a different tower altogether.

Faced with these challenges, a younger version of me would have simply slammed my bedroom door and sulked but I don’t have that luxury.  (Of course this isn’t really an “I” issue, it’s a “we” issue — Mike and I together have to figure out how to deal with it — and while that doesn’t make it any less frustrating or exhausting, it does make it easier to talk out.) Here’s hoping we can figure out the best way to rebuild that tower before we kick too many cabbages across the lawn.