We have been talking about adulting a lot lately. My oldest daughter brings it up when life’s responsibilities seem to pile up. My younger kids talk about it as they contemplate college and their eighteenth birthdays. We all agree that adulting can be really hard. And there are some days that we all just want to be young kids again; kids without cares. So when my husband saw this, I knew I had to save it for a special day.
Today is that day.
Today is a day that being an adult doesn’t really work for me. So I think I’ll head to bed and try again tomorrow.
