Things That Are Not “Grown-Up” About Me

Hey, hey Thursday!

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Today, we’re going to chat about being a grown-up.

Hi, my name is Shay, and I am 44 years old.  I have been married for 22 years.  I’m the mother of four children.  I own two businesses.

I do all sorts of “adult” things every day…but there are some things about me that are not super “grown-up”.

I made a little list of ALL THE THINGS THAT ARE NOT “GROWN-UP” ABOUT ME.  My favorite part about this list is how quickly my family chimed in with their own suggestions.  There’s nothing quite like your own children telling you how “un-adult” you can be.

I’ll share my list and then for the love, I hope you share yours too so I don’t feel alone 😉 .

Here we go…

I DON’T OWN OR USE “GROWN-UP” CUPS

I used to be embarrassed by this.  This used to be something I would try to correct.  I would open our cup cabinet, look at the mix of Yeti tumblers, rubber Vineyard Vines cups, and ballpark plastic cups with New Yorks Yankees on the side and think “What am I doing here?  How do you live in such a lovely home with a lovely table setting and entertain often and yet have no real cups?”.

Growing up, my mother served us dinner every single night with STEMMED glasses.  Stemmed glasses?  And now, I live in a house where when she comes over, I ask her if she wants the Lovejoy Leopards Yeti or the one with the Nantucket island printed on the side.

I will buy actual glassware and this is what happens:

I move out the plastic/rubber/stainless cups and place the glassware on the shelf in the cup cabinet.  First Shull opens said cabinet and immediately asks me where the plastic/rubber/stainless cups went.  I inform that Shull that we are now using real glassware.  Repeat four more times.

By the end of the week, the actual glasses are shoved somewhere else and all plastic/rubber/stainless are put back in its place as no one (including me!) wants to use the glassware.  Sigh.

MY MACBOOK SCREEN IS ALWAYS DIRTY

I often look at my teens’ phones and think “why are they so dirty and kind of gross?”.  And then I open my MacBook to work and literally take my hand to wipe off the dirty screen.  Why don’t I just clean it properly?  Why is it so gross?  How does this happen and why don’t I just fix it?  (Says the woman typing this sentence looking at her dirty MacBook screen…)

I LOVE GUMMY BEARS (AND VITAMINS)

I love a gummy bear.  I love a Sour Patch Kid.  I love a Hot Tamale.  I love when a vitamin comes in gummy form too.  Who would prefer a pill when you could chew something that tastes like candy?  Hello?  That’s not un-adult, that’s just smart.

I DON’T LIKE TO GO OUTSIDE IN THE DARK BY MYSELF

No, I don’t.  It’s just you know, dark out there.  I do see coyotes in my yard from time to time (just saw one on Monday morning), but when I’m standing out there in the dark, I imagine 20 or 30 staring at me while I’m waiting for my dogs to potty.

I know that’s ridiculous, but I do.

I don’t like being the one “lit up” with the dark trees around me.  It creeps me out.

I LOVE AN ! AND AN EMOJI!

I have a degree in journalism, so I know how to write a proper sentence.  Let’s be real though, who wants to write a proper sentence when it’s way more fun to write sentences with !!! and 🙂 and lots of emojis?!

If you text me, you better believe that I will write out the phrase “I don’t know” unlike my kids who text back IDK…but you also better believe that I will provide a string of happy emojis along with it.

Life is boring…my writing and texts will not be 😉 .

PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME PICK UP A DEAD BUG

A bug that is alive doesn’t bother me.  If I see a bug in my house, I can trap it and get it outside.  Bugs just don’t bug me…but a dead bug?  No.

If I see a dead bug, I will absolutely ask one of my children pick it up and toss it out.  Clearly they are all more mature than me because they don’t mind it one bit.  Good for them.

MY HOLIDAY ENTHUSIASM IS…WELL…

I think my enthusiasm particularly for Halloween and Christmas rival that of a five year old.  Do I go trick or treating?  No.  Does Santa leave me gifts? No.  Do I genuinely get GIDDY and over the top excited about both holidays?  Yes, yes, I do.

I ONLY USE MARKERS TO WRITE

You would be very hard-pressed to find me writing with something outside of a Flair pen.  And a Flair pen is really nothing but a fine tipped marker.

I carry them in my purse.  I use them in my Bible.  I use them all day long when I work.  I sign documents with them.

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I worked for my dad in his office for about seven years.  My dad had very very few rules.  He’s a very laid-back person in general and an extremely laid-back employer.  That being said, we were not allowed to use Post-It Notes or write with anything other than a black pen.  Period.

Fast forward to today, and I run my businesses with brightly colored markers and neon Post-Its.

And finally…

DISNEY, DISNEY DISNEY

I keep waiting for the day when visiting Walt Disney World doesn’t truly make my heart flutter.  I keep waiting.  And waiting.  And here’s the deal, I just don’t think that day is ever coming.  I walk into Magic Kingdom every.single.time with the same enthusaisam I did when I was four.  The magic still speaks right to my heart.

And those are a few things that are not “grown-up” about me 🙂 .

Okay, please tell me I’m not alone!  Please tell me that you too have some “un-adult” things in your life.  I would LOVE to know!

Happy Thursday!  I’ll see you all back here tomorrow 🙂 . xx