Home sick today. I live alone, so I know exactly what you mean.
I’m going to crawl back on the sofa and feel sorry for myself now. And wish I was 8 and had my mother here to bring me ginger ale and crackers. And soup. Soup would be nice, but not if I have to make it myself.
Yep. Adultry isn’t always all it’s cracked up to be.
According to the list posted by biometrics, I got out of being a child way early. My childhood memories include:
According to my memory, I’ve spent much of the last 35 years trying to achieve that blissful state where things stay where I left them - including dirt, dammit! And where I get to decide what to eat and when and nobody can make me eat that goddamned cauliflower.
Whenever I do reach that state, it’s very nice.
I’m having a severe case of this right now (The last few years).
The problem is that it all can’t be ignored. If I don’t do what I have to do today, I won’t have time to do it tomorrow along with all the things I have to do tomorrow. If I do one extra thing fo me I am behind, and rushing to catch up.
It’s not even just the doing, it’s that I have to be responsible for everything in the house and everything with the kids. My husband travels for work so he really can’t be resposible for anything at home. And the kids are good about helping but still, I am responsible for making sure they do things. My husband helps too but still I am the only one who is responsible for anything.
I’m tired of it to the point that I want to sell all of our posessions and live in an apartment. I wish I could just go to work and come home and have someone tell me a few chores to do then be done without all these things in my head all the time about what still needs to be done.
And my job is so similar to home, there I am foced to be resposible for a lot of things too. I really can’t stand it anymore.
Sorry, no solutions from me but I definitely feel the same way.
I find it hard and wearing, sometimes, to be the Adult when you’re the mama of a pre-teen. I’m looking toward the years when “pre” is removed … and thinking it ain’t gonna get any easier.
Also, I’m home sick today, and all alone feeling miserable. Too sick to pick up the piles of crap that have accumulated since Saturday. It’s really depressing to think, "I’m so adult that I want to be well so that I can clean. :rolleyes:
I was thinking about this stuff in the shower this morning, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m having a mid-life crisis. I’m turning 40 next month, Jim’s grandma just died, and I think I’m thinking about a lot of weighty things. Plus there’s that whole Monday morning thing. 
I think we need to start a “Tired of Adulthood” support group. There will be booze and peanut butter cups aplenty at the meetings.
I hate being an adult even more now because a lot of times I have to be an adult for me and everyone else (and I don’t even have kids.)
I don’t let anyone into my apartment or car if they’re allergic to either cats or messy apartments/cars, for their own protection.
I’m sick of dealing with bills. It’s not that we don’t have the money to pay them, but finding them in the tsunami of junk mail that daily fills our mailbox, then remembering to pay them on time, is a pain.
I’m pretty darn tired of the daily grind too. Although I’m great at letting those pesky household chores slide for much longer than I should. I live in a really small place so it really takes very little time to catch up. My ‘want to’ list is pretty short. Mostly consisting of playing WoW although these days it feels much like another series of chores after I log in. I guess it’s time to beef up my zip list (Canadian version of Netflix) and just sit around watching movies.
I like being an adult. Being a child wasn’t horrible, but having to have an adult’s permission and assistance to do most things or to go to most places (I grew up in a car-dependent Hollywood Hills neighborhood) was a drag. And school was a complete and utter drag, elementary school especially. Looking back even now I can see that I face an impending workweek with much more optimism and pleasure than I ever did a school week.
No, I didn’t have an awful time in school, either. I think I was just bored, and like Calvin of Calvin And Hobbes, just hated being forced to study things I wasn’t interested in.
I do miss the magic of Christmas Eve, though. You have to be a child to experience that.
Captain Crunch, aartichoke hearts and Bourbon??? That’s just wrong.
Everyone knows you put Amaretto on Captain Crunch :rolleyes: 
Enjoy it while it lasts… if you ever have kids in the house, you can’t get away with stuff like skipping meals, or eating popcorn for dinner, or having ice cream for lunch, or sleeping until noon,. Darn kids keep insisting I feed 'em, and never heard of “sleeping in” ::grumble::
Usually, I like being an adult. Today, it’s awful.
My in-laws have, it turns out, put themselves into so much debt that they will never get out. They used up all their equity, and then some, and now they owe more on the mortgage than the house is worth, so even selling it and moving to an apartment will not fix it. It is going to be our job to support them, instead of doing things with our money like saving it, going on trips, or buying books. We made the mistake of thinking they could take care of themselves in a competent manner (or at least ask us for help if they needed it) and we were very, very wrong.
Nope, not liking being the adult today. Parenting your in-laws is not that much fun, and that’s what we’ll be doing from now on.
My mom did her best on that stuff–we did occasionally have ice cream for dinner, but only if Dad wasn’t home, and only if we’d had a big lunch that didn’t consist solely of Kraft Mac & Cheese.
Last night, I had a Panera bear claw and Dr. Pepper for dinner. Then I deliberately ignored everything in the house that wasn’t cushiony or operated by remote control. Even the cats. Well, they’re kinda cushiony. Tonight–I plan to do the same damn thing. Thursday night, I’ll have a heart attack because I’m going away for the weekend and the dishes aren’t done, but Sunday and Monday are my days to not feel bad about not getting things done.
Oh, and I often write things I’ve already done on my to-do list just for the joy of crossing them off. Usually happens when I’ve done some cleaning without making the list first. I want credit for all those chores, just in case somebody else sees the list. 
I have decided that, since I never had a lemonade stand when I was a kid, I’m going to do it now.
Except that it’s kind of late in the year for a lemonade stand. No worries. I live a few blocks from an elementary school, and parents walk their kids to school past my house. Tomorrow I’m setting up a little table with a pot of coffee and some hot water for hot chocolate, and hanging up my shingle as a freelance beverage supplier.
When I was in grade school, they only served chocolate milk on Thursdays. Now when times get tough, for some consolation I tell myself, well, now I can drink chocolate mile every damn day if I want to.
And eat cake for breakfast.
Being an adult when your 50 year old brother decides to disown his mother because he continues to screw up and she had an opinion about it really sucks.
I’ve spent the last year trying to glue our once very happy family back together with no luck.
My brother used to be my very best friend. Now it’s all I can do to be civil with him.
Hold on, hold on, we’re all forgetting what’s important here.
At least adults can drink. Try drowning your sorrows in chocolate milk. And then notice there’s no chocolate milk on the menu for Shoshana’s breakfast.
Oh, you’re the one.
Don’t mind if I do!
This is me. I spent two hours last night “paying bills”, which really means, getting them from the mail pile, throwing out the ads and junk, opening them, throwing out all of the junk inside the envelope, and then trying to make sure that there were no surprises on the bills.
I don’t mind writing the checks as much, but the prep work kills me.