Last night, I went to a meeting at a friend of my boss’s house. There were a bunch of different couples, all in their late-30’s to their mid-40’s. A few of them brought their kids. As we were getting situated, the hostess said, “Can I get the kids to sit on the floor?”
I seriously got up. The entire room looked at me.
It was then that I realized that I am nearly 30, and that they were referring to the actual kids in the room.
I think that this is what has been causing me stress lately. I realize that I am an adult, but yet I still treat myself like a kid.
That in itself is bizarre, because even as a child my mom said I was “five going on thirty-five”. But maybe I just have to get past the things that I deem necessary to make me a “grown-up”. Do I make my bed everyday? No. Only 75% of the time. A vast improvement over my childhood, but still not what I thought I would do when I was an adult. I almost never eat off of plates at home, but rather consider paper towels and my hands to be the utensils of choice, because then I don’t have to use a dishwasher. I have yet to wear an apron when I cook. I don’t drink coffee. It is a little scary, actually, when I look at this list, that I seem to equate being a housewife with being an adult.
I think what annoys me about the situation last night is that these people consider me to be friends, and I consider them to be superiors. I need to get past that. That is when I will be more comfortable in my grown-up skin. Next…how do I move on to using all those dishes I got off of my registry?