Adulting

My sweet, sweet parents have no idea what I mean when I say "adulting". I usually use it in the following sentences: "Adulting is hard" "I'm adulting so well today!" "Seriously, this is adulting" Adulting has been hard but so rewarding lately. There are certain parts of life that, before I got married and out on my own, I didn't realize were considered adulting or would make me feel so grown up. Most of the time, I end up feeling one of two ways:

 

-When all bills are paid, extra was chucked toward debt, and there's still money to play.

-Every time I look at our washer and dryer and remember how much we paid for them. -When everything is organized, cleaned, put up, and it's relatively light outside.
-Every time I get everything crossed off of the planner

-When I have to go to work and just want to sleep

-Every time I have to make my own doctor/dentist/eye doctor appointment. 

-When I have to wash my own laundry. -When I have to spend money on things like new blinds because the cat tore them up. -When pajamas look so much better than going out.

It's a thin line, friends. A thin, thin line.