I Want a Gold Star

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?

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7 comments

  1. onathought · March 16, 2016

    I hear you! This adulting thing is tough!!! You do deserve a gold star for the dishes!

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  2. Ramona · March 16, 2016

    I say give yourself a gold star! I still do sometimes, especially when I’m working on a new habit. I bet it felt good just to write all those “to dos” down on a list.

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  3. rosecappelli · March 16, 2016

    It does seem hard to keep up with everything that needs to get done. I do hope you get your eyes checked. That is important.

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  4. Kim K · March 16, 2016

    I need an adult to adult for me too! Haircut and the fact that I have been wearing glasses for months and months simply because I’m too lazy or forgetful to order contacts! I think you have just inspired a post. 🙂 gold star for you!!

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  5. Leigh Anne · March 16, 2016

    Don’t you wish someone would put us in timeout for awhile! I am trying to clean my house and I keep getting sidetracked by slices…no gold star for me!

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  6. ccahill2013 · March 17, 2016

    Oh my – were you one of those kids who was raised on gold stars? Just kidding….I totally get it. Adult life is so, so hard. Your words describe our adult world so well. And, please get to that eye doctor as soon as you possibly can!!!!!!!

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  7. Tom Foth · March 11

    So here’s the really bad news, at least based on my experience at age 61: if you are like me, you will always be wiser and more adult for those around you than yourself. If you are like me, you will hear yourself give others sage advice that they treasure and you, upon reconsideration, will wish someone had told you.

    Abstracted wisdom is easy: holistically integrated wisdom seems almost impossible.

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