The Easy Years

As I sat here tonight trying to make a new household budget, one thing kept repeating through my head.

Being an adult is total bullshit.

Seriously, this is what I was in such a damn hurry for?! There's never anything pleasant in the mailbox, just bills. Laundry is a vicious cycle of funk that never ends. The demands never stop rolling in and just when you think you're ahead of the game you get knocked flat on your ass.  Work is a necessary evil. I sure as hell don't want to do it, but unless I hit the Mega Millions jackpot tonight I have no choice. It seems like there is never enough time or money and I am continually stressing myself to make it work. And it almost always does.



I'm not bitching or moaning about life. Life is wonderful. My family has everything they need and most of what they want. No one is hungry, cold, or going without. For that I am eternally grateful and feel incredibly blessed. I'm just daydreaming about a simpler time. A time when going to work meant I got to hang out with my some of my best friends at Dairy Queen, my paycheck only had to be used to put gas in my car and pay the bill for my pager (yes, I had a pager. It was electric blue and was the total shit) and I didn't have a real care in the world.

My point is I wish I hadn't taken those days for granted. You only get so much time to be carefree and every moment should be enjoyed. I'm going to save this and let my kids read it when they're teenagers and they're complaining about how hard it is to be 16, 17 or however old they are at the time. I doubt they'll learn a huge lesson from it but maybe it will make them not wish the easy years away.