Guilt-Inducing Rainy Fridays
Oh my, I have been remiss. My sincere apologies to all my loyal blog-readers (there are, um, what, two of you? Including me and my husband?). As I said in my last post, blogging is a labor of love. Or rather, of shame, and expected disappointment. Hooray! (Can you see why it’s taken me so long to come back?)
Still, back I am, if but for possibly only one blogpost more before I disappear into the ether for another 6 months or so. But really, it’s amazing how little has happened in the past six months, for my little corner of the world at least. I’m still a non-home owning, non-childed, married misfit in the city. And I still have my old demons. That being said, I think I may have figured out the root cause of said demons: I really suck at being an adult.
Sure, I get to decide when I go to bed at night, and what to have for dinner, and whether I want to take that vacation to Russia or to Italy. BUT. I also have to pay for that bed (and the roof under which it sits), and put the effort into making dinner (ok, nevermind, that’s totally not true. Hubby dearest does all the grocery shopping and all the cooking. He is my very own 1950′s housewife), but I DO have to pay for that vacation, and make sure I’ve got all my ducks in a row vis-a-vis passports and vacation time from work, etc. On top of which I have the altogether wholly unappealing tasks of paying taxes, paying bills, and being cognizant enough that the whole world could go up in a flaming Mad-Max apocalypse at any moment. Fun!
So. That’s where I stand: sucking at being an adult, but stuck being one. Anyone want to be my Pollyanna and play the glad game?
Kelly said,
September 10, 2009 at 1:55 am
I totally suck at being an adult as well. It’s nice to know someone else feels the same. But that’s not very Pollyanna-ish, is it? Funny how it doesn’t really matter at which point you are in your life, you can still feel like a perpetual 12-year-old. Says the recently-home-owning, (soon-to-be) quadruple-childed married misfit from a city far away from your own.
Irilisuqat Bing Anadult said,
September 10, 2009 at 3:06 am
To Whom It May Concern:
I really hate it when people invoke my name but mispell it. I am the demon Irilisuqat Bing Anadult (referred to above as “I really suck at being an adult”.) Please. Number one, I am not “one of Robin’s demons”. Two, please spell my name correctly next time or I will hurl corruption and vile biting worms upon you.
Thank you in advance for your attention to this matter,
Irilisuqat Bing Anadult, P.H.Demon
666 Third Circle
Hell