Who Said I Was An Adult?

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So today is my birthday.  Why am I writing on my birthday?  Because I love it.

Birthdays have always been a time of reflection for me, much like New Year’s Eve for most people.

I feel old.  Let me clarify.  I don’t think I’m old and don’t think I ever will.  I enjoy every year more than the last.  I had my oldest at 23 and my youngest at 26.  I’ve always felt “old”, because since I had children, people think I know things.  Wrong.  Also, my kids don’t know what the Snorks are and think Fraggles are boring.  What the hell?  I’m failing as a parent if my kids don’t like Fraggles.  Kids don’t know why you save a document by clicking the blue square because they’ve never seen a disk, and my youngest teaches me functions on my iPhone.  For these reasons, I feel old.

I thought I’d be an adult when I was 18, then 21, then when I got married, then when I had kids.  So far, I still don’t feel like an adult.  I have adult responsibilities but I still have no idea what I’m doing.  I feel like at any moment, someone will figure out I’m a fraud.  My children will determine that I don’t have all the answers and they certainly did NOT come with a manual.  My bosses will figure out I am totally winging it.  I may be successfully winging it, but making it up as I go nonetheless.

Everyone, at least once in their lives, finds themselves puking outside Denny’s after a night at the club, being comforted by drag queens, right?

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