I realized I was truly an adult when I found myself reading Playboy front to back, instead of skipping to the pictorials.
And just last week, it happened again. There I was, watching the Smithsonian Channel, and it hit me: “Aw, crap, I’ve turned into my dad.” I was watching the same stuff on TV that he used to watch that would tick off the rest of the family: nature shows, and historical documentaries about national monuments. And enjoying it, no less.
…when you make regular dentist appointments and keep them even if nothing hurts.
I am probably one of the younger ones on this board (fresh outta college…)
I know I am “growing up” when I cannot think of anything that I want for Christmas/my birthday.
I don’t want toys, or games…I am not at the point in my life to ask for appliances…there is truly nothing on this earth that I want as a gift
It’s something my parents have said for years and years, and I never understood how you could want NOTHING for Christmas…but now I see their point
Getting excited about:
New dryer? Check
New stove? Check
New vacuum? Check
Yeah, I’m a grownup. Not to mention old.
And I have my teeth cleaned every four months. Even if I do have to talk myself into it.
…your mother tells you about her new washer and dryer and you become insanely jealous.
…you look forward to a day off when you can really clean your house; you might hate cleaning but it needs doing so you actually do it.
This.
We watched our new front-loading machine do almost an entire cycle. That’s pretty sad. (Almost as sad as watching the bread machine knead dough the first time we used that appliance.)
I have asked for a vacuum cleaner for an anniversary present.
Yeah. That’s a sorrowful.
I have no living parents now, either, so I must be grown up…
Except I don’t always feel like a grown-up, just a perpetual grade 9 nerd impersonating a forty-plus woman. I’m sure they’re going to see through me any day.
Then again, recent municipal elections occurred, and I realised that my peers are running the city. The province. The country. There are no mythical, looming, adults in charge, who’ll make all the tough decisions, who know what to do, who’ll take charge. It’s just people like… me. Maybe more accomplished, but the city council is full of people like… me. We are the grown-ups.
I was grocery shopping a few weeks ago, and felt excited about going home to rearrange my cabinets and put them away.
I had a woah moment. Also getting excited about new kitchen appliances or a freshly cleaned floor.
This just happened
– when your daughter-in-law tells you that she’s using the Amazon gift certificate you gave her for her birthday to buy a series of books that you think are craptastic, and you hold your tongue and say “Enjoy!”
. . . when you realize that in the past eleven years, you’ve spent a third of your life West of the Mississippi (and loved every minute of it).
. . . when you realize that three overseas and two stateside deployments are a piece of cake.
. . . when you realize that it doesn’t take three licks to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. It just takes one chomp of your strong molars.
Tripler
. . . and when you cling to the phrase, “I am old enough to know better, but young enough to do it anyway.”
When you read ingredient labels for fiber content instead of alcohol content.
When you are excited to get socks and underwear for Christmas
When sitting at home, watching Law & Order, and going to bed at 10 sounds like a good idea.(Bonus points if you do it with your parents)