I'm tired of being an adult. I'm tired of being responsible. I'm tired of doing what I should do.
I am tired of going to bed on time. So I haven't in several days. Too bad the consequences seem much tougher now than in high school or college. Remember the good ol' days when you headed out the door to play at 10 pm instead of falling sleep during the news because you were waiting for the weather and just couldn't keep your eyes open. Now I'm a raving monster the next day if I don't get at least 8 hours of sleep (I know, I am spoiled. I'm not sure how I will handle the sleeplessness of having a new baby.)
I'm tired of eating healthy food. All I want is pizza, ice cream, chocolate, and fatty carbs. Again, the consequences seem much steeper now.
I'm tired of cooking dinner every night. I don't want to choose what we eat. I don't want to cook it. I don't want to find a veggie to go along with it (see above). But there are three in the house, not just me. And although there is one other adult in the house who could, theoretically, do something about this, the 2 1/2 year old is not quite old enough to get his own dinner.
I'm tired of cleaning. There is always something that needs to be cleaned. And once you clean it, it will be dirty again within 30 seconds. So frustrating! I could spend the whole day cleaning and you would never know it the next day. Not much motivation to actually do that.
I'm tired of being on other people's schedules. Namely, Davis's. I sure do love him and love doing things with him, but some days I remember with longing the times I used to go shopping or walking or sleep or do what I wanted to do when I wanted do it.
I am tired of dealing with medical bills and health insurance. Definitely a rite of passage into adulthood. We aren't sick all that often and only have to visit the doctor occasionally, but I am pretty sure our insurance is the worst at coding things wrong and not paying when they should so I have to make a zillion phone calls just to get a simple doctor's visit covered. Ugh.
Unfortunately, at this point in life, I don't think there are many of these I can actually stop doing for much more than a day or two. And I really do love my life the way it is. Perhaps the fact that I am just tired in general could account for all my ranting and raving. Maybe I should be napping instead of typing. Then I will call the insurance,clean the house (probably while I am on hold), make dinner (with a super healthy veggie side dish), play with Davis, and go to bed early. Maybe.