i consider myself grown up.
i have a somewhat grown up job. i drink grown up drinks. i pay grown up bills. i use grown up words. i have grown up responsibilities. i make grown up decisions.
yet somehow, among all these grown up things i partake in day in and day out, i still feel very childish. and not in a good way.
i am currently blogging to you from under the roof of the people i babysit for. i have the pleasure of playing mom to simon for the next few days while his parents are off doing, er, ya know, grown up things.
anyway. simon and i were chatting earlier. just about life, polictics, and world peace. important six year old stuff. no big deal. somewhere in the middle of our conversation of putting an end to hunger i mentioned how i was an adult, a grown up. simon giggled. i asked him what was so funny. his response?
"amanda, you're not a grown up until you have your own house and are married and have a baby."
ho hum. i'd be lying if i said he didn't shut me right up.
after a second or two i rebuttled. trying to understand his reasoning. which mind you, trying to find a six year olds reasoning is very tiring. but i guess it all makes sense. in the eyes of a six year old, that is just what he thinks and sees. movies. books. regular day activity. i'm okay with it. but not totally accepting of it. i want to be a grown up in his eyes. i want to be married, living in my own house and have a baby. of course, i'll just take a rented apartment and a boyfriend at this rate. baby steps, people.
but i'm ready. please, who am i kidding? i've been ready. i want that big girl job, since eh, i decided i slightly dislike my currect job a lot as of a few hours ago. i want to meet a guy who is interested in taking me to dinner instead of taking me to bed. i want to find a place in new york.
i know this post is filled with a lot of wants and me, me, me. i'm aware that doesn't help in my whole grown up image i'm trying to portray.
but it's my blog, and i'll whine if i want to.
what makes you feel grown up?
i have a somewhat grown up job. i drink grown up drinks. i pay grown up bills. i use grown up words. i have grown up responsibilities. i make grown up decisions.
yet somehow, among all these grown up things i partake in day in and day out, i still feel very childish. and not in a good way.
i am currently blogging to you from under the roof of the people i babysit for. i have the pleasure of playing mom to simon for the next few days while his parents are off doing, er, ya know, grown up things.
anyway. simon and i were chatting earlier. just about life, polictics, and world peace. important six year old stuff. no big deal. somewhere in the middle of our conversation of putting an end to hunger i mentioned how i was an adult, a grown up. simon giggled. i asked him what was so funny. his response?
"amanda, you're not a grown up until you have your own house and are married and have a baby."
ho hum. i'd be lying if i said he didn't shut me right up.
after a second or two i rebuttled. trying to understand his reasoning. which mind you, trying to find a six year olds reasoning is very tiring. but i guess it all makes sense. in the eyes of a six year old, that is just what he thinks and sees. movies. books. regular day activity. i'm okay with it. but not totally accepting of it. i want to be a grown up in his eyes. i want to be married, living in my own house and have a baby. of course, i'll just take a rented apartment and a boyfriend at this rate. baby steps, people.
but i'm ready. please, who am i kidding? i've been ready. i want that big girl job, since eh, i decided i slightly dislike my currect job a lot as of a few hours ago. i want to meet a guy who is interested in taking me to dinner instead of taking me to bed. i want to find a place in new york.
i know this post is filled with a lot of wants and me, me, me. i'm aware that doesn't help in my whole grown up image i'm trying to portray.
but it's my blog, and i'll whine if i want to.
what makes you feel grown up?













































