I truly, without sarcasm or irony, don’t understand how people my age do the Own Family thing.
How do you possibly manage taking of yourself and other living humans, some of whom are tiny and stupid (I mean that kindly–they can’t Know anything, they haven’t been alive and on the damn planet long enough) and need you for SO MUCH.
Grown ups tell me about going from work to their kids’ soccer games to the other kid’s recital to the PTA-or-Church-Event to home to make dinner and clean the bathrooms and I’m just like “the fuck. How??”
And I realize that part of it is absolutely none of these people are getting 10-11 hours of sleep (like I do), or even 6-8. They aren’t eating regular meals (because who has the time?). They are literally totally neglecting themselves and their own needs and wants on a consistent, regular basis for the sake of other people who live under their roof and in their lives and I just…am baffled and full of confused, horrified admiration.
Like, holy shit.
Not to mention how out of your hands basically everything is. Want tacos for dinner? Fuck off, the kids want chicken nuggets, and that takes precedence. Want to read your book before bed? Nah, man, your spouse wants some Netflix and Chill time and you NEVER get time together so like ofc you’re going to put that book aside.
So much of that particular brand of adulthood makes vacations make sense to me as a concept, though. Like of course you people need a “beach read.” You haven’t had the alone time necessary to read a book in five years.
Anyway. You’re all really tough and awesome and I’m impressed but also noooooo, noooo, thanks. Thank you. But no.
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