Tuesday, October 13, 2009


So, I discovered broccoli from last night in the steamer...my left-overs.

And in the refrigerator, I have 1.5 heads of lettuce that are going bad...

On top of that, last night was the first meal in over a week that I've cooked.

As I walk out of my kitchen, I'm thinking to myself how horrible I am at this whole adult thing...I mean, who am I kidding? I can barely take care of myself and I'm caring for a baby.

And then I sit down to finish cleaning out the diaper bag and re-filling all the diaper wipe containers and it dawns on me. I would much rather be reading my book or playing a video game than doing what I'm doing, but here I am doing this. I'd much rather be watching TV than going shopping for food and clothes for Ethan, but I went shopping. And yeah, I slip up a LOT and do what I would rather be doing more often than I should, but I have a decently clean house, a well fed and clean baby and there IS food in the refrigerator.

Adulthood - you know when you are there when you choose to do what NEEDS to be done before you do what you WANT to do - and that is something that comes with age and maturity.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Yep, all the issues that seem so important, especially temporary things like feminism and the culture that all men are evil monsters, that young women have to wrestle with, in other times the wars, or other problems, sort of fall by the wayside when you have babies.

A lot of stuff happened in the late 60's, early 70's. to high school friends etc., but it was years before I learned about them.

Anonymous age 67