Today is my birthday. I'm 36 years old.
But really.... I still feel like a 13 year old pretending to be an adult.
Let's examine the evidence shall we?
I watch the other adults around me and they seem to always know what to talk about. They are always talking about very adult things like home renos and PTA meetings. I guess my talk about how I bought all the pom pom trim at the fabric store doesn't go over that well. Awkward....
I investigate the other adults around me and notice that they spend a lot of time thinking about how to style their hair. They contemplate exactly what colour it should be. They talk about how it needs to be easily styled in the morning so they can get on with their busy lives.
I, on the other hand, tend to make snap decisions. I never regret if my hair turns out half swamp thing green. I put curlers in at night just to see if I can emulate a 1940s hairdo the next day and then have to wear a scarf around my 'do to keep it from coming out while I take the kids to school in my winter gear.Not at all practical.
|My hair yesterday - on a school day no less|
I observe the other adult women around me and notice that they have a very set sense of fashion that they don't tend to stray from very often.
Me? I wore two mismatched socks under my dress to the craft show on Saturday. One day you might find me sporting a bee hive and cat eye glasses, the next I'll be wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
I wish I could just figure out the adult I want to be and stick with it.
My house isn't filled with very adult type things.
I'm 36 years old - I should own a proper night stand. (Instead we have white plastic Rubbermaid drawers beside the bed.
I should be worried about the state of the paint on the walls of my house. But instead I like to see the kids artwork decorating every corner even if they put it up using the dreaded tape. In fact, I should have more adult artwork up on the walls to decorate my home. Instead I made these guys to decorate my bathroom door.
So classy and adultlike of me eh?
Then again, maybe I'm thinking about this all wrong. Maybe we're all children play pretending at being an adult?
Maybe the problem is that I'm not that good of an actress?
My childlike tendencies aren't hidden under a façade of being practical and normal adult. Maybe regular adults need to let their childlike qualities out once in awhile?
Jazz hands people! It's my birthday! I'm gonna party like it's my birthday!
And I'm old enough to drink alcohol! neener neener neener.
I'm sharing this confession over at All Word and No Play Makes Mommy Go Something Something. And it's my birthday so I decree that everyone has to go over their and check out the confessions and write their own. hehehe