Damn....Why didn't I believe them???
Why was it when I was .....
Sleeping in late, playing games with neighborhood friends, hiding from the seekers in hide and seek, eating lunch prepared by mom, taking a nap after my afternoon lunch, yelling about who was cheating in dodge ball, coloring strawberry shortcake with my favorite red and pink crayon, learning addition facts like 2+2, writing in my diary about how jennifer b was my new BFF and how nasty bryan b was for wanting to kiss me on the lips, scarfing down pizza at a sleepover, taking field trips to Washington D.C, munching on Halloween candy one week after Halloween, relaxing during summer;fall;thanksgiving;christmas;spring; or any other break, smiling about the 15 bucks mommy gave me to buy a new something, throwing snowballs on a cancelled school snow day, and blowing out candles at my USA EAST Roller-Skating party
all I could think of was how badly I wanted to be an adult?
Why did I trade all that in for....
Waking up at 6a.m. (no let's be honest, I should wake up this early but you all know me to well), being annoyed with my pseudo dj neighbors playing house music all into the morning, hiding from credit card collectors at the beginning of the month, eating lunch at my desk(not prepared by my mother), daydreaming about taking an afternoon nap..(hell I would skip lunch for a two hour nap break), yelling about how my coworker seems to always be in MY business, doodling my name (on a paper that I should be using for notes) at a mandatory Monday meeting, learning that adults are even pettier than kids, writing in my journal about how I am going to pay my bills if I quit my job that I HATE SO MUCH; build a relationship with my finances mother who is truly not a fan; or convenience my male friend to tell his conservative parents that he's gay, or knowing if I eat one piece of pizza it will go straight to my hips, leaving Washington D.C. at 3a.m. on a $20 China Town Bus with no heat, AC, or working restroom (no more quick flights when you quit your job ladies and gents) , paying a $578 bill to the dentist for my three cavity fillings (and I'm still eating candy, right now actually), begging my boss to let me have the Friday after Thanksgiving off to visit with family, persuading my mother that those black $485 Chloe flats are a necessity for Fall, trudging to work through 12 inches of grey, brown, black New York City snow,
or completely freaking out about my b-day coming which is an annual reminder of how much being an adult really BLOWS.
Why didn't I believe adults when they said being a grown up was hard work, it looked so easy.
If I would have know I would have cherished those naive days so much more!!!
Sleeping in late, playing games with neighborhood friends, hiding from the seekers in hide and seek, eating lunch prepared by mom, taking a nap after my afternoon lunch, yelling about who was cheating in dodge ball, coloring strawberry shortcake with my favorite red and pink crayon, learning addition facts like 2+2, writing in my diary about how jennifer b was my new BFF and how nasty bryan b was for wanting to kiss me on the lips, scarfing down pizza at a sleepover, taking field trips to Washington D.C, munching on Halloween candy one week after Halloween, relaxing during summer;fall;thanksgiving;christmas;spring; or any other break, smiling about the 15 bucks mommy gave me to buy a new something, throwing snowballs on a cancelled school snow day, and blowing out candles at my USA EAST Roller-Skating party
all I could think of was how badly I wanted to be an adult?
Why did I trade all that in for....
Waking up at 6a.m. (no let's be honest, I should wake up this early but you all know me to well), being annoyed with my pseudo dj neighbors playing house music all into the morning, hiding from credit card collectors at the beginning of the month, eating lunch at my desk(not prepared by my mother), daydreaming about taking an afternoon nap..(hell I would skip lunch for a two hour nap break), yelling about how my coworker seems to always be in MY business, doodling my name (on a paper that I should be using for notes) at a mandatory Monday meeting, learning that adults are even pettier than kids, writing in my journal about how I am going to pay my bills if I quit my job that I HATE SO MUCH; build a relationship with my finances mother who is truly not a fan; or convenience my male friend to tell his conservative parents that he's gay, or knowing if I eat one piece of pizza it will go straight to my hips, leaving Washington D.C. at 3a.m. on a $20 China Town Bus with no heat, AC, or working restroom (no more quick flights when you quit your job ladies and gents) , paying a $578 bill to the dentist for my three cavity fillings (and I'm still eating candy, right now actually), begging my boss to let me have the Friday after Thanksgiving off to visit with family, persuading my mother that those black $485 Chloe flats are a necessity for Fall, trudging to work through 12 inches of grey, brown, black New York City snow,
or completely freaking out about my b-day coming which is an annual reminder of how much being an adult really BLOWS.
Why didn't I believe adults when they said being a grown up was hard work, it looked so easy.
If I would have know I would have cherished those naive days so much more!!!
posted by Mrs. J.Young at 8:04 AM
3 Comments:
GIRL!!! This is SO true! What I wouldn't give for 5 minutes of the carefree nature of childhood. Guess we learned our lesson the hard way...
GIRL...this is SO true! What I wouldn't give for just 5 minutes of the carefree nature of our childhood. Guess we learned our lesson the hard way, huh?
Oh, But the freedom of being an adult!
It is so great!
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