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HELP, I Need an Adult!

If you had told me when I was 18, that on my 33rd birthday I would be drunk slip-and-slide-flip-cupping in a friends backyard, I would’ve never believed you. Back then, I was under the impression that at a certain age you turn into an adult and no longer cry into a bowl of ice-cream when you get your heart-broken, or have an all-night laughfest trying to imitate Chewbacca. Thankfully, I was wrong. Sure, I’m more a little more responsible now and I have things like a 401k plan and Godkids, but there are still a few things I will never outgrow. 

Enrolling for benefits – Truth be told, I’ve had my mom do this for me (or at least check them) each time I’ve gotten a new job. It’s not that I don’t understand it, I just don’t want to deal with it. HMO, PPO, deductibles, flipfluctuals – whatever. You might as well be speaking a different language. I spent 10 minutes just this morning trying to figure out if I should enroll for HMO or PPO, come to find out my job only offers PPO. 

Visiting the dentist. Every 6 months I go to the dentist, and every 6 months I’m scared of the big, bad man with the teeth gun! 

Being my mother’s daughter. I could be 50, and my mom will always be my mommy. I will never be too old to cry in her arms, ask her for help, bring over my laundry, or request my favorite homemade meal. And I’ll always be too young to talk about sex around her. Ew, that’s just yucky!

Now click after the jump to read about 3 ways I’m kinda adulting!

I floss every night. Except, I’m lying. More like I floss 4 nights a week (minimum). I guess that’s gross, but not as gross as not flossing at all. You’d think I’d just floss right after I brush my teeth since I’m in the teeth zone already, but nope. It’s all about minimal effort, whether you’re a kid or an adult.

I make the bed every morning. I’m well aware that this is something most parents teach their kids to do when they’re 5. However. Nope, I got nothing for ya. Just that I didn’t start doing it on a routine basis until maybe a year ago when it’s been one of my New Year’s resolutions for the past 5+ years. Alas, I now make it 5 out of 7 days a week (minimum) complete with shi-shi pillows that I don’t even use.

I unpack my luggage right when I get home from a trip. This one still has my mind blown. I have no idea how or when this started, but lately I’ve been unpacking right when I get home (unless it’s super late, then I’d unpack in the morning). Gone are the days of me waiting until my next trip to unpack from my last trip. 

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