I’m sitting here in my office wearing a dress. And make-up. And nice, work appropriate flats. And pantyhose. :eek:
I know when the make-up thing happened. That was about a week and half ago when 5 or 6 of my coworkers (including my supervisor) saw my wedding pictures and all remarked at how wonderful I look in make-up. Knowing that this was a career move I went and bought eye shadow, blush, and lipstick to go with my lone tube of mascara. Now when I get to work in the morning I put on a little bit of make up and don’t think about it again for the rest of the day.
But the dresses? Those have snuck up on me. And stylish flats? And pantyhose?!? Since when do I care if other people see my legs being uncovered? Since now, I guess.
I look up recipes online for fun. We are considering getting a dog and we are actually researching breeds and vet costs instead of, you know, just picking out the cutest puppy at the pound. The first Thursday of every month my husband and I sit down and discuss our budget (as in, “Are we putting enough money aside to purchase a house and fund our retirements?” instead of, “Should be buy ice cream or pop-tarts with our extra $3?”) and set concrete financial goals. I specifically buy unscented lotion instead of the fun scented kinds so as not to trigger other people’s allergies on the train.
I feel super old. I think on Wednesday after work I am going to put my hair in pigtails, put on my jammies, and paint my toenails while I watch Spongebob Squarepants. Or maybe I will watch The Red Violin and spend $45 on 4 pieces of really excellent chocolate just to remind myself of why being a grown-up is awesome. Decisions, decisions…
I suppose that husband thing might also have snuck in some growing-up without telling me. I think I am going to err on the side of adultness and get some really expensive chocolate.
I’m married with a baby on the way, but this weekend was the first time I felt like a REAL adult - Mr. smaje and I went into the bank to get pre-approved for a mortage so we can buy a house.
In the car afterwards, we both realized it was the first time we seriously felt like honest-to-goodness adults.
And you should totally get expensive chocolate and paint your nails sparkly blue at the same time. Best of both words, definitely.
I think I’m supposed to be a grown up considering my primary gripes these days are bills and teenagers, but I still have impulse control problems (that I suppose I’ll never outgrow), and blow a lot of money and time on booze and toys.
