This picture, from desiree cherisse's photostream is a great illustration of how I often feel:
like a little girl, playing dress up.
Every day I get a little more comfortable with the fact that I am a grown up. I'm pretty proficient at going to work and paying the bills. I'm much better than I used to be at getting regular oil changes and rotating my tires. I'm even good at keeping my shower scrubbed and soap scum free, but every so often adult responsibilities are really lame! Sometimes I catch my self feeling outraged or put upon because I have to do something that millions of adults do every day.
I especially dislike being a grown up with tasks that involve creepy crawlies. Most of the time when I see a spider in our two-woman apartment, I ignore it and hope Roomy is the bigger person, who kills it. If it's in my bedroom though, I suck it up and smoosh it, but you'd better believe that I'm grumbling to myself the whole time about how it should not be my job to kill spiders.
Rodents have no place in my semi-adult life!
It should DEFINITELY be someone else's job to deal with this!
When I was younger, I kept waiting for the magical moment when I would finally feel like a grown up. Having a full time job and my own apartment didn't do the trick. I still felt like a kid playing house. I still held my own tiny pity party when I - instead of my dad - was stuck with dentist bills, or faced with a giant pile of laundry. Now I realize that magical moment isn't coming. I'm resigning myself to adulthood gradually. Every time I kill a spider or take out the trash, I grow up a little. (I was super grown up the other day when I cleaned my oven!) With any luck, by the time I'm ready for retirement, I'll have stopped looking around for whose job the yucky tasks really are. Fingers crossed that by then I'll have a husband who kills spiders!