So I am going to keep this brief.
I don't want to be a grownup. Not at all!
Unfortunately, I think that's what is happening.
The other day, I got a valentine card from my dad. Sweet.
The card had $20.00 in it. VERY sweet!
Since I operate on a debit card based system most of the time, I don't make a habit out of carrying cash. The next day, I could feel that crisp $20 bill burning a hole in my pocket. So I went shopping! You want to know what I bought?
1 giant box of kitchen trash bags
1 bottle of conditioner
2 different kinds of bathroom/ multi-surface cleaner
4 rolls of scotch tape
As I walked out to my car, I realized what had just transpired, and I immediately drove myself to my mother's office.
"Feel my forehead!"
"Ok, why? Are you ill?"
"Maybe, just feel my forehead! Am I feverish? Do I have some horrendous disease? Am I going to have to move to a leper colony?"
"You feel fine and you look fine to me... Why are you here? Why do you think you're ill?"
"I just bought trash bags, cleaning products, conditioner, and tape with the money dad sent me as a valentine... I must be ill! Because I KNOW there is no other reason I would ever spend gifted money like an adult!"
"Sorry, kiddo. THAT. JUST. HAPPENED."
"CRAP! I DON'T WANNA BE A GROWNUP! AND YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!"
And with that last statement and a little stomping fit, I felt just juvenile enough that I was able to carry on with my day.
...And then I went and spent money (that I actually earned myself) on books, which is an age-neutral activity for me, but still improved the day as a whole.