Why is it that when you become an adult you have to take care of yourself?
I’m still in the stage of life where I’m clinging to any hope that someone older than me will help take care of me and relishing in any moment where they do. Maybe it will be my elderly friend Kristy who has navigated these waters before me and can shed some light on what the H teaching is about. Maybe it will be my mommy or Kevin’s mom offering some advice on keeping a house and maintaining a baby (husband). Maybe it will be my principal offering some leading words of advice. Maybe it will be my Big or my Big Big telling me it’s okay to have the feelings I’m having. Maybe it will be some kind Jewel cashier just looking to impart wisdom. I need someone to make my big girl choices for me.
I need an eye doctor appointment. I have needed one for over a year. I am nearly blind (see hypochondria Slice). About 2 months ago I finally called a recommended optometrist and got an appointment. He was so recommended that the nearest appointment was June 19th and I laughed out loud as I said, “Yeah, sure I’ll take that appointment” because… yeah right, like I’m going to wait until June to be seen for these failing eyeballs of mine. I can’t see what I wrote on the board when I stand at the back of the room. Except now it’s the middle of March and I have yet to do anything about that appointment and my eyesight that is worse than a blind man with a hammer. I was supposed to go see the dentist in January and the story is much the same but I blame my husband’s busy schedule for that one instead of the dentists. I need an oil change and I keep comparing schedules with Kevin so we can figure out a time when I can get a ride to work.
We need money in the bank.
I need to get my hair done.
I need my dress hemmed.
We’ve got to get the garage swept and cleaned before Spring.
Our water heater needs to be replaced.
The grill needs to be scrubbed.
The refrigerator needs to be scrubbed.
The basement needs to be vacuumed and dusted.
Who wants to come adult for me? Who will hold my hand and force responsibility on me like my parents, coaches, teachers, pastors, and so many other adults did for so long? Why won’t you give me a gold star for doing the dishes tonight?