Please tell me I wasn’t the only kid who rolled their eyes when their parents said it was hard being an adult.
No one could ground you. No one could threaten to spank you. You had no bedtime. If you wanted to eat a cookie, you didn’t have to ask for permission.
You could just LIVE.
Each time I would protest that it wasn’t fair and that I couldn’t wait to grow up, my parents would say, “Being a grown up isn’t easy. We have bills to pay. We have you kids to take care of. And we can’t just do whatever we want.”
But I didn’t believe them. Being an adult was fun. And EASY.
And I couldn’t wait.
In fact, one of my high school teachers wrote in my yearbook, “I hope you enjoy the real world.”
I must have been pretty vocal about my desire to be an adult, 🙂
Then I started college. I remember laying in bed several nights, pinching myself because I couldn’t believe it had finally happened: I was on my own. I was grown and I could make decisions without getting grounded. (I didn’t, however, escape a few evil stares at times. LOL.)
In the words of Kenny Rogers, you had to know when hold ’em and know when to fold ’em. You had to know when you needed to go to bed, or else you’d be too groggy to get up in time for class. You had to know how to do your job, or else you’d make a customer mad. You had to know when your professor was in a bad mood, so you time when you asked if you could take your test later.