How am I a grown adult person? Who authorized this?
I wonder this on a daily basis, and yet here I am with a window open for a chat with a realtor and another with my goddaughter, who is getting over the crud, while I track the shipping on the presents for my niece's baby shower and keep an ear out for the oven to finish heating up so I can shove supper in.
Meanwhile, I can hear my spouse and my 34-year-old offspring kibbitzing about being managers before going into a Destiny raid. Ken haaaaaaates managing people and is irritated to find that he is very good at it.
There's way too much shit to keep track of as a grown adult. I do not approve. Nor do I manage to keep track of it all.
Indeed
I texted my neighbor Omar and told him I had wine but had already packed my glasses, and did he want to bring his own glass over. He came running over with an empty glass and we had a delightful visit sitting in the driveway until it started raining. Part of my saying adios to neighbors. Sigh.
There's way too much shit to keep track of as a grown adult. I do not approve. Nor do I manage to keep track of it all.
Cosigned
Ken haaaaaaates managing people and is irritated to find that he is very good at it.
Aw. That seems both the way of the world and very sweet
Wait, Ken is 34? Nope. Does not compute.
There's way too much shit to keep track of as a grown adult. I do not approve. Nor do I manage to keep track of it all.
Fucking SERIOUSLY, man.
Oh, hey, we saw John Mulaney's new tour last night, and it was really good. Definitely worth seeing. Although a good 75% is about his relapse/intervention/rehab, so if that's not your cup of tea, maybe skip it.
It was the first live event I've attended where we had to put our cell phone in locking pouches (that we kept with us), and it was (1) weird, (2) annoying, (3) oddly parental, and (4) pointed out how much I use my damn phone, because as soon as we sat down and I realized Steely Dan was playing, I immediately went to text my brother to tell him that (we really do just text each other the minutiae of our daily lives all day long), and realized, shit, my phone is locked up.
Oof, Epic, I hope they figure some things out for you.
How am I a grown adult person? Who authorized this?
Listen.
Oh, thank GOD. Tim finally has an appointment with a therapist for Saturday. I know sometimes you don't click with the first therapist (although I did with mine), but I'm crossing my fingers they click, because he is dealing with so much shit right now.
Digits crossed that it is a good match for Tim.
Fingers crossed, Teppy. And I have never heard of this locking pouches thing. How does that even work?? Is it to prevent people from filming?
Laura that’s sweet that you could ask a neighbor for glasses and he’d come for wine!
I am not sure how I’m allowed to adult either sometimes. Like maybe “rent an apartment and manage ok” but not “plan for retirement and own a house”? I live in fear that I am not doing something I should be and the house is going to fall down around me due to neglect. That secretly there is rot everywhere and the bathtub will fall through the ceiling or the wiring will be eaten by mice and electrocute me or something.
