Being A Grown Up Sucks October 19, 2012

Remember when you were 12 and you wanted to be 13? Thirteen was teenager status! Remember when you were 15 and wanted so badly to be 16? Sixteen meant you could drive! The next big one was 21 then you could drink legally. Which might not have ended up so great after your head being in a toilet for an hour, not that I would know.

So then 25 hits. Twenty-five was really hard for me. Not 30, hell I don’t care that I’m going to be 40 next year. Twenty-five felt like I was too old to be young and to young to be old. It really freaked me out. All of the sudden I felt this crazy pressure to be responsible. Which really wasn’t too far of a stretch, I was always pretty responsible. Being responsible can suck sometimes too.

So as I sit here on the rainy, cold, Friday I’ve been examining what’s happened over the last month that would equal suckage as a grownup.

First my dishwasher broke. Not that it’s that much of a big deal, I can wash dishes, and did until we could afford a new dishwasher. An extra expense we weren’t counting on, but as adults we brush it off and move on. Sucks.

Then I was getting really excited when I realized my Jeep was going to be paid off at the end of the year. No car payments! The thought is very exciting don’t you think? Then Mr. D got into a car accident. The guy at the body shop said it would cost us more money to fix the car than to just get rid of it. So we got a “new to me” car. Again, another expense we weren’t counting on, brush it off, move on. Sucks.

A few weeks later when it started to get cold we decided to turn on the furnace one night. I woke up the next morning to find it was 50 degrees in my house! We have a guy that does our air conditioning and furnace stuff, so I had Mr. D give them a call. They came out, the mother board on the furnace is fried, needs to be replaced. They came back replaced the mother, gave us a really good deal on it – Thank You God. Yet again, another expense we weren’t counting on, brush it off, move on. Sucks.

Today I’m getting my water softener replaced. We have a guy for that too that is really good, always gives us a good deal. Water softeners aren’t cheap. We got the mid-range water softener hopefully it will last a while. Another expense we weren’t counting on, brush it off, move on. Sucks.

So when I hear my son say “I can’t wait to be a grown-up” I chuckle to myself. For what? Is what I’d really like to ask him. Then I’d tell him to stick with school, friends, and the x-box – you’ll be a grown-up soon enough.

And sometimes it sucks.