Adulting

  

I have a love/hate relationship with this word. On the one hand, it’s a brilliant, ironic verb expressing our obligation to be responsible. On the other, I hate when I have to do it. 

Like now. I’m miserably, hideously, uncomfortably sick. All I want to do is sleep and drink tea, and surf the interwebitubes when my headache abated. But I have work (or at least prepare sub plans) and cook meals for my family and empty the litter box. 
Adulting….. Ugh.

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