I just got done reading another blogger's account of trying to be an adult and then getting worn out to the point that she rebels. Sometimes I feel like that.
As of the time that I am writing this post (Wednesday, January 19th, 1:31pm), I'm struggling with that myself.
Today, I have folded laundry. Then I washed more. Then I explored the different uses of "green" cleaners and scrubbed the white grout of my kitchen counters. I did the dishes. I picked up toys. I made breakfast and lunches for everyone.
This afternoon, I'm going to make dinner. Like an adult. Dinner is usually Husband's area because he is better at it than me and doesn't mind it. (Although, I am one awesome baker/bread maker. Just saying. Look, I'll prove it.)
(See? I make bread about twice a week. From scratch. Look how responsible I am.)
Anyway, today I'm going to make a duck. Yes, a duck. A raw one. I'm going to cook it. Like an adult. I'm going to have to touch *gag* the raw duck. Like an adult.
And I'm about to clean up some more because another adult is coming over to talk about schooling. Two adults. Talking. Talking about adult things.
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I cooked my first whole chicken just last week. It might be a few years before I attempt duck. How'd it go?
Not too bad. Juicy and crispy and good, BUT, while struggling to be an adult while trying to be careful handling raw poultry, I ended up flinging duck juice everywhere while Viking Toddler locked himself into the porch. Fun for all!
(And duck is really not that hard. Just gross.)
Full of awesome. I found your blog via the other blog. I've been trying to figure out if there's something wrong with me for being 35 and completely incapable of behaving the way an 'adult woman should'. Seriously, I have more in common with sixteen year olds than adults. I will play video games all day. I surf the net. I completely refuse to have a mortgage, a kid, a husband. Oh, yeah: I don't have a 'real job', either: I walk dogs. It's a dream job for me, though I could sometimes use a second job so I can move into my dream studio, and perhaps pay off some bills, when I feel like it. I like to play dress-up, and will fiddle around with random Gothy gear for the hell of it. I like to play, and am disinclined to become Successful as a rule. I. Don't. Wanna. I want to play and be happy. Understand, I spent most of my childhood on lockdown due to living in a war-torn ghetto, so this might have something to do with it. Anyway, nice post!
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