Sometimes I go grocery shopping at 11pm (what? this is a COMPLETELY awesome time to go to the store – empty aisles, place to yourself, freshly stocked Tuesday produce…) and sometimes, I am a COMPLETE ADULT, YO.
Then I crumble under the pressure (and the obscene amount of green in my basket) and remind myself why I’m still not an adult.
The end.
I know that I already wrote about some of my summer plans, but I keep seeing all this stuff about how it’s the first day of summer on Google Reader and Twitter, and I can’t help but lament the fact that I don’t really have a summer.
About a week ago, I went to a gathering of my husband’s extended family. At these events, I usually hang out with Husband’s two teenage girl cousins, since most of his other cousins are boys, and all the boys always want to sit around and talk about basketball. Plus, the girls and I share the same taste in books.
I asked the girls how their summer was going. (They were looking very tan.) And they asked me how my summer was, to which I replied that I don’t really have a summer. Not much has changed for me. I’m still just working. Etc.
Then the cousins told me that I should come hang out at their pool with them. (I was, apparently, looking very pasty.) And I said, “Oh, I’d love to. Too bad I have to work!” And they said, “Do you work every day?”
I said yes. And in my head, I thought, welcome to being an adult, suckers! Enjoy your naive teenage existence while you can!
And then I cried [just a little bit] inside for the loss of teenage summers … and for my pasty white legs that are going to look ridiculous when we take a few days off to go to California next weekend.
. . .
I guess that last bit just removed any sympathy you had for me, right?
Dang.
Just listen to Ella and have a happy first day of YOUR summer, whatever it may be.
Last night, I was Superwoman. I went grocery shopping and filled up the car with discounted gas, got Jamba Juice and made homemade chicken noodle soup for my sick husband (if you know my history as a cook, you know this is a big deal), did 2 loads of laundry, posted fliers on a bajillion doors for a church activity, and cleaned the kitchen. Oh, and I won 3/3 rounds of Monopoly Deal.
It was kind of like this (found courtesy of Denise):
And so on and so forth.
Today, I think husband’s virus might be catching up to me, because I feel more like this:
Or maybe it’s just that I’m still working on the responsible adult thing. Either way, here I sit — listening to the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack and blogging.
Yup, real responsible.
