A long checklist. So many questions.
I hated every box I had to check and every “If yes, please explain” that I had to fill out.
It felt like I was admitting defeat and signing someone’s life away.
The thick survey had been sitting on my bedside table for weeks now and I’d been ignoring it. But, since my kindergartener has his psychologist appointment tomorrow and the filled out paperwork has to go with us, I finally went through it all.
Even though I know that we are helping our son, especially after the absolutely horrendous week he had last week, who wants to have to check a box next to descriptors like “has wild mood swings?”
Not me. Someone else take care of this.
Someone else be the adult.
While we’re at it, could someone else please:
Come wash the dishes since our dishwasher broke and handwashing dishes is my least favorite chore ever.
Match up all those orphan socks. I’d much rather have everyone wear their crocs or flip flops than deal with the socks.
Exercise for me so I can chow down on some cheese fries and still fit into my favorite jeans.
Pay the electric bill so I can buy that fabulous pair of shoes I’ve been eyeing instead.
Get my kids ready and to school on time so I can sleep in for once.
Figure out what we’re having for dinner tonight. And deliver it to my house.
Break up fight #5 between my boys today.
Because I don’t wanna.
How easy we had it when we were kids. Of course, we were clueless then.
So much of what we have to do is not a big deal in and of itself. But, when you add up all those little things and then throw in a huge problem or two, this whole adult thing is not so easy.
I’d like a day off from being an adult, please.
What responsibility would you gladly give up today?