The Bubbly Brunette : Am I A Grown Up?

While we were at dinner in Seattle one night over Christmas Break, Erik's 7 year old niece kept asking if I was a grown up and I kept asking her, "Well do YOU think I'm a grown up?!" She couldn't come up with an answer and neither could I, so finally I just sighed and said, "Ya, I guess."

At this same dinner outing with Erik's niece, nephew (he's 9) & Erik's dad & stepmom, a couple who had been sitting at a table near us, approached our table as they were leaving, and looked right at Erik & me, and the woman said, "I just wanted to come by and compliment how well-behaved your children are." Erik & I stared at her in shock for a couple seconds, until one of us (me) pulled themselves together. I mustered up a smile and thanked her. We all laughed after the couple left, but inside I kept thinking, "I DO NOT LOOK OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE A 9 YEAR OLD!!!"

After that dinner, it was solidified, I am a grown up.

And although deep down I know, ~~and accept~~ that I'm a grown up, here's a list of reasons that might just be a whole bunch of rubbish.

1. I wear a leopard onesie to bed. Yes, feeties and all. The only thing this bad boy is lacking is one of those buttflaps for making midnight bathroom-going a tad bit easier.

I'm sad because I have to put on work clothes.

2. Speaking of bed, my bedtime is 8:30. I kid you not, I am in bed by 8:30 Monday-Thursday. Although I may not fall asleep until ~~9:00-9:30~~ 8:35, I've got my teeth brushed, jammies on, & head on my (not so) fluffy pillow by 8:30 sharp each night.

3. I don't own a punch bowl. When I was planning my 25th Bday Bash, one of the things I knew I had to have was spiked punch. But OH EM GEE I don't even own a punch bowl!!! Luckily, I was having said soiree at my parents' house, so I didn't have to worry about owning a punch bowl, until next year, when I'm a grown up.