Very Important, Grown Up Things.

18 September 2013

I do loads of very important, grown up things.

I make lunches every weekday morning and sometimes I even remember to tuck a note inside.  I tell two little people that I helped make and carried inside my very own body, to clean their room.  I am the one that Tate comes running to when she needs bumps and bruises kissed or to just give a cuddle when she’s upset about something in her two year old little world. 

Plus, I have retirement accounts.  Like actual money, not game of Life money, saved in an account for when I am old, which incidentally is not as far away as I’d like to imagine.  Grown ups totally have retirement accounts.

My name is on a mortgage.  For a house.  And while it is tiny, it isn’t doll sized.

And someone calls me Mom and another someone calls me “Mama, um Mi—chelle.”  Another person calls me his wife when making introductions to his work colleagues.  And the children get fed and the animals get fed and I even keep plants alive.  Mostly. 

These are all terribly grown up things and I do them.  I do them every single day. 

But last night.

Last night, I ran downstairs to throw a load of laundry in so Finn had clean uniforms for tomorrow morning.  I am very much winning the land of grown up things, but I apparently haven’t mastered the land of last minute doing of things. 

And I grabbed this stain stick thingy that someone gave me a sample of and has been sitting on my laundry table for like a year probably.  I grab the thing and I pull the white shirt out of the hamper because Finn mysteriously came home with an inexplicable giant blue dot right there in the center of his white shirt yesterday.

Where do these things come from?

I start scrubbing with the stain stick thingy and the blue dot starts to fade and right there, bam!  Smack in the face, it was that.  I’m not sure why it was that, but it was the thing.  THE thing. 

You know who gets stains out of clothes? 

Grown ups, that’s who.  And I’m one of them.

Shit.

10 comments:

Kristen Estelle said...

Love it! It's all so true. :)

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the chuckle! ! Cheers to being a grown-up and enjoying the greatest days of my life so far! :)

Penny Warren said...

Awesome!!! Some days i think becoming a grown up was my biggest mistake and then i look at my teen boys and think wow...i did that!! LOVE IT!!!!

Noelle said...

Michelle, I'm so thankful to call you my grown up friend. Back when I was not a full fledged grown up I used to take stained clothes to Gram for help...but damn I bridged over into full grown up hood and didn't even notice until now!

pacalaga said...

That stain stick was your wand to magically the blue to white. You're Hermione Granger, is all.

Jackie said...

Also remember being a grown-up means you get to drink real wine and not Boone's Farm...a serious bonus if you ask me!

Deb Hattel said...
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Deb Hattel said...

Go on with yo bad self :)

annaleawest.com said...

I need to know that after you saw the stain disappear and you fully realized your badassness, you dropped the stick like a mic and just.walked.off. BANG.

Jessica @ Wanting Adventure said...

Wow. You are a grown up! Someone told me you're not really a grown up until you have kiddos. And reading this, it totally makes sense!

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