Adulthood is overrated
Pardon me while I whine. It’s hot and I’m crabby.
It has been a non-stop week. Work-wise, I’ve been doing a juggling act, and I was successful, got everything done on time, cleared my slate completely for the weekend. Interspersed with an unusually large amount of work was shopping for John’s birthday present and baking John’s birthday brownies (from scratch). The former is no easy feat, since the man is very particular about his likes and dislikes (but aren’t we all, really) and he hates gift cards. (How do y’all feel about gift cards? Me, I love them, both giving and receiving. It’s not about laziness or thoughtlessness; it’s about ensuring that people get exactly what they want.) I made it to all my workouts, I ran every necessary errand, I dotted every freaking i and crossed every t. I went and got a mammogram and a flu shot. I even ran like a maniac this afternoon in 98-degree heat because my parking meter was about to run out. I could have left my car in the bank lot (free) and snuck away to do my other errands in the vicinity, but no, I’m too honest for that! Meh.
When you’re a kid and you do things well, you get a gold star or ice cream or some damn thing to say “Hey, good for you!” But when you are a Responsible Adult, no one gives you a gold star — you’re just doing what you’re supposed to do.
Most of the time, I don’t think about that. Sometimes, though, I just want that fucking gold star. Not literally — you know what I mean, right? Sometimes, being responsible is thankless. And it especially pisses me off when I see others around me being IRresponsible, and I think to myself, “Why do I bother?”
So I guess now is the time I’m supposed to do something nice for myself, like get a pedicure or a massage. Screw that — that would mean going outside again. Some (probably many) of you would suggest a “good girl” spanking. But as most of you know by now, I totally don’t get that dynamic and my whole attitude about it is “What’s the point??”
Or perhaps I should just get a regular spanking for whining. Screw that, too — it’s my blog and I’ll whine if I want to. :-Þ
While I’m on a roll, it’s only October 3 and already, if I see one more Halloween ad with gross, decomposing zombies, I’m going to hurl. Whoever writes those uber-annoying Sprint commercials (the latest: a bunch of women in a restaurant shrieking excitedly about their iPhone plan and shattering every glass in the place) should be shot. And to the people at the gym who insist on jabbering away on their phones in their outdoor voices while they’re on the machines next to me, this one’s for you:
All apologies to one of my favorite movies, but really, it needed to be said.
Ah… the tension is ebbing a bit. Now I’m going to shower and get ready to leave for the weekend, brave the Friday night traffic, and celebrate my sweetie’s birthday with him. And I will be very, very sweet. Promise.
Have a good weekend, y’all.