Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Signs You Are Growing Up (Subtitle: This One Has No Babies!)

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Funny what you think will feel like the big, fancy "I'm a grown-up now!" moments, where the Hollywood music swells as you smugly claim your new, profoundly mature outlook on life. Wedding, home buying, and That Thing We Aren't Going to Discuss Here Today (rhymes with "rabies") were a few such moments I'd pictured in my mind...

Looking terribly wise, grown up, and not yet tipsy. Not entirely, at least.
. . . but, as is so often the case, those grand, made-for-movie (if only a "Lifetime" one) affairs were spectacular but not necessarily the moments when I felt like I'd most made some life progress. 

Rather, a simple thing or two over the past week gave me that, "OK, I may just be a card-carrying adult now" feeling that more often comes in those small, quieter moments for me:

- We gave away the last of our college-era furniture and cutlery, so that we may invite other adults over without having to artfully throw pillows, dim lights & overpour drinks to conceal the IKEA'd squalor (at risk of looking like we're hosting a swingin' key party). . . 

- We threw a dinner party at which all courses intended to be served were relatively on time & entirely delicious (all thanks to the AH), with only one hostess catastrophe (all thanks to me) (By the by, shouldn't those hand dish soaps mention somewhere that they can't be used in a dishwasher? I mean, really) (Parentheses)...

- We met with a financial planner to discuss mysterious, grown up things like retirement and investment portfolios. I left feeling terribly wise and mature - until I noticed that I'd had an entire garden of spinach resting itself on my front tooth for the entire meeting. Of course.

What are some of your self-satisfied, I'm-a-big-kid-now moments?

16 comments:

S said...

Truly the signs that we are all getting older :)
But they are good things. Hope you all are well.

Lisa said...

Instead of packing my belongings in shoe boxes and cramming them all into my Dodge Neon by myself, I am paying a moving company an obscene amount of money to move my belongings.

I have written a check for $16,000 to install air conditioning in my home. Hope the bastards I sold that house to at a loss are enjoying it.

In college I lived on $20 a week. I now routinely drop many multiples of $20 on a weekly basis at Target, the grocery store and children's clothing stores.

I watch the weather channel for fun.

The Shabby Princess said...

Love the wedding picture, y'all are too cute! Ugh, buying a house--which SEEMS fun in theory, until the inspection and the insurance and the--the list goes on. Oh, and, of course, ridding said house of college furniture--we just accomplished this a few months ago and I'm still fairly certain I'm on cloud 9 about it.

cMe said...

I totally agree with you! The momentous occasions aren't the ones that make me feel as adult as: getting rid of the Ikea couch in our guest room and buying "real" furniture, hiring a decorator to approve of my paint choices and subsequently accidentally spending over $3000 on drapes (GAG!!!). Oh, and not "waiting for my tax refund" to make big purchases!

Gretchen said...

I'm turning 40 in a month. I swear I remember my mother turning 40 like it was yesterday and I don't feel this dang old.

LPC said...

As you can imagine, this changes at bit at my age:). Having paid a mortgage for 30 years, now adulthood is marked by more internal milestones. No less vivid, however.

Kate said...

Mine are definitely measured in mini-moments... my most recent being...

(1) I purchased a tankini from Garnet Hill. A very chic, slate gray, Anthropologie-esque tankini, but a tankini nonetheless... and GARNET HILL???

(2) If a brick of cheese has a bit of mold on the end, I now cut the mold off and keep the cheese. My mother used to do this (well, I'm sure she still does) when I was little and it would totally skeeve me out. I remember thinking to myself "When I grow up, I will just throw the whole brick out - how gross!"

Carly Anne said...

I just wrote a post on this very subject, although my adult-seeming moments are still less adult-like than an investment portfolio reviewing. I probably need to get on that...

thepreppyprincess said...

My, my, my, isn't it scary when we all hit this point in life?! Eeeek! I remember saying to the Consort, "You do realize we just became 'Them' don't you?! We're not 'Us' anymore, we're Them!"

It was far more catastrophic in person than it sounds in bloggage, I promise.
tp

Tess said...

I had that moment recently when a friend and former coworker asked me to be a reference for a very serious and technical job, which requires in person meetings with the references.

And then I frequently feel that way when examining patients and discussing medical conditions, but I doubt that feeling will ever wear off on that one. (Really? Y'all trust me with this? I used to suck my thumb when I was little!) But I promise I take it very seriously.

Annabel Manners said...

Helpless with giggles over the garden of spinach! Yes, jettisoning the college cutlery and plastic furniture is a grown-up hurrah. So is paying someone to move your furniture to a new home instead of plying your friends with beer and burritos... :)

Annabel Manners said...

P.S. You are a breathtaking bride!

glaciercountyhoney said...

Gorgeous wedding shot ... I am so glad to find you back on the internets! I think I was a lurker on your old blog. Anyway: writing the big checks for the big dreams definitely causes me to pause and reflect on my adult-ness, but it is being called ma'am that really drives it home. I think I preferred the whistle I once abhorred!

a H.I.T. said...

I didn't feel like a big kid until Babes was born. Although I still call my parents Mommy and Daddy whenever I get them on the phone :)

Rhiannon said...

Hiring contractors and then telling them what to do makes me feel SO old.

Jennifer said...

Our big grown up moment was when Husband walked across the stage and graduated from medical school. 4 years of suffering to finally be able to say, yes he's a doctor!

Then we returned to reality where residents make next to nothing, work ridiculous hours and we will never be able to afford his student loan payments. Walking through the front door to realize that we're still stuck with the college furniture for several more years, we'll be using graduation gift money to pay for daycare until Husband gets paid in a couple of months and we'll both be 35 before he has his first real job.

Yeah we're not grown ups quite yet. (and medical school is just not worth it)

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