I read this awesome blog post yesterday:
(No, I can’t figure out how to insert the link all pretty with the title).
And it got me wondering… am I an adult?
I have my doubts about this.
Pro: I am getting married in 3 months and 3 days.
Con: Hubby-to-Be and I pretty much act like kindergartners to each other. (You know, like kicking the person we like… we haven’t even graduated to “Do you like me? Circle one: yes no maybe”).
For example: Me: Hi, Stinky Butt-Boy. What’s wrong? Him: Your face.
This is standard conversation here in the Snarkstead.
Pro: I actually had a conversation with my OB-GYN about what preparations need to be made in order to get pregnant in the relatively near future.
Con: I was semi-uncomfortable with the whole thing, couldn’t stop smiling like a moron and marveling at the idea that it’s actually “okay” to be having that conversation.
Pro: I think having a baby may soon be a good idea. (A WHOLE new list of topics to blog about, yes? I fantasize about being one of these hilarious mom bloggers… I would have to be hilarious for that, though).
Con: I then think, ‘Man, life would really change! I wouldn’t be able to go out and do stuff when I want to, and… Oh. I don’t do anything really now as it is. Carry on.’
Pro: I have a dog that we take care of properly and he’s amazing.
Con: We regularly have a conversation with him telling him it’s time he start pulling his weight and bringing money in. (He has 40 toys. I mean, seriously?!?)
Pro: I pay my own bills.
Con: Just barely.
Pro: Pretty much the most adult thing we have done was buy a washer and dryer.
Con: Another thing I couldn’t stop marveling at… and I only know how to use two functions. (Even Hubby-to-Be has scolded me because I only do two types of laundry… whites and everything else. I tell him he can sort if he’s so interested. I was proud of myself last week for remembering to clean the lint trap before it reached burn-the-house-down status).
Pro: I’ve taken to cooking real, actual (and pretty decent, if I do say so myself) meals a couple of times a week.
Con: The other days, I do things like yesterday, where I ate several cookies as dinner. And then only had like three bites of my actual dinner. On occasion, it’s whipped peanut butter mixed with fat-free Cool Whip. (Granted, these were some of my mother-in-law’s amazing Italian Christmas cookies… not just any cookie. Shh… don’t tell Hubby-to-Be. He’s only read one of these, anyway, so I’m probably safe, but it took him a whole 24 hours to notice the box in the fridge because a jug of juice was in front of it and he can only see things that are directly in front of him. He’s now accusing me of being selfish and hiding the cookies, so I can eat them all myself. The thought may or may not have occurred to me, but I have to weigh in on Saturday morning.)
Pro: I got awesome Christmas presents for our nieces and nephews this year.
Con: It took me like three hours to pick 5 toys out, because I was too busy comparing which ones I’d rather be playing with.
Pro: I have a sophisticated, adult-like sense of humor.
Con: No, I don’t. It consists largely of “That’s what she said” jokes. Actually, scratch that. I don’t think this is a con.
Pro: We’re having Christmas dinner at my house this year.
Con: I was just about devastated when my mother informed me there was no need to send my advent calendar home this year, that I had graduated from her needing to fill it up with goodies for me to open. (It’s one of those awesome wooden ones that you keep forever and has real little doors that you open and find fun little surprises inside… sigh. It will be missed. It doesn’t quite have the same magical effect when you fill the compartments up yourself.)
Pro: I actually become compelled on occasion to clean my house without someone having to come over. (Clean ALL the things!)
Con: I feel like I’m betraying my younger self when I do… my mom always said, “One day you’ll understand!” whenever I didn’t see the point in cleaning as a child/teen… I refuse to admit it! NEVER!
I’m running out of Pros here… I can think only of more Cons.
I’m going to choose to believe that leaves this experiment at a solid inconclusive.
Living in denial is an adult trait, right?