Friday, February 19, 2016

OMG, I'm such an ADULT sometimes

First of all, thanks for the encouragement on the possibility of writing a book. I'm going to let the momentum carry me--I had actually sketched out an outline already, so I'll start getting more specific and see how things unfold. I'll keep you posted on the blog, and will undoubtedly be asking for your input and ideas.

This week has been busy, and in addition to scheming about writing projects, I've been acting like a total adult.

Here are adult things I have done:

* stayed home from work with sick child
(Zuzu was so pitiful with a fever and a cough and just a sad little lump for two full days. On day three, she was ALL OF A SUDDEN better and asking me if we could go to the park and arguing with me about everything and so I was like, "Okay, you're healthy and going to school tomorrow!")

* contacted an attorney about creating a trust and healthcare directives
(My favorite thing the lawyer said: "Well, you're much more likely to be incapacitated from a car accident than just die." Mm-hmm. THANKS FOR THAT.)

* gone on date night with husband to dinner and then concert
(Jason Isbell! Was great. "24 Frames" is THE BEST. Also his electric guitar player was the cutest skinny hipster guy ever and I kind of have a crush on him.)

* ordered two four ounce pours of beer at dinner
(I wish beers came in four ounce sampler sizes always--go to The Bridge to get them. The only weird thing was that one of the beers was made with habanero peppers--it was delicious! But spicy!--and later my eyes were all red and itchy and that's the only explanation I can come up with, based in part on David's previous experience with habaneros)

* gone to dermatologist
(My weird freckle on my toe is not a concern and the strange bumps on my elbows are dry skin. Also, wear sunscreen and come back in a year.)

* graded a million papers
(an ongoing project.)

* attended a meeting
(Least favorite use of my time.)

* labeled file folders for papers in my office
(I love office supplies and the illusion of power, control, and organization that they offer me.)

* watched Full Frontal with Samantha Bee
(and liked it)

* attended a barre fitness class
(I like them even though my muscles are shaking like crazy through the whole class. "Embrace the shakes!")

* thoroughly cleaned the bathroom
(After I did this, David was like, "You know, I cleaned the bathroom yesterday." And I was like, "Not the tub, though?" And he was like, "No." And I was like, "And you didn't mop the floor." And he was like, "No." And I was like, "So you didn't actually clean the bathroom at all.")

* stayed up late and got up early
(Concert, speaking event on campus, and Samantha Bee. The upside is that (knock on wood, cross myself, spit in the devil's eye, Coco is FINALLY sleeping through the night--only took 18 months--so I am actually getting some sleep.)

It's cool that adults get to drink beer and go to concerts on weeknights, but the physical upkeep and legal paperwork is kind of daunting.


  1. I enjoy your rambling posts, so don't take this the wrong way. But amen to that last line. You could have written just that and nailed it.

  2. Your exchange with David about the bathroom though... :D

    My man is the neatfreak around here, too, but my actual cleaning kicks his, (shall we call it Appearance Based Cleaning? Sure.) cleaning style squarely in the butt. I'm grateful for his energy and drive to make things look nice, but when things really need to be clean, we know what needs to happen.

    1. Appearance Based Cleaning! Yes. That is a perfect description.