So this is Adulthood

I had a day off today and managed to get quite a lot of things done. Let’s see, today I:

  • vacuumed Hello HQ;
  • washed my bed linen (and then eventually made my bed);
  • washed Chiswick (my beloved car);
  • sorted out and paid for my CTP greenslip;
  • paid for my car registration renewal;
  • planted some seeds (fingers crossed they grow); and,
  • put away clean laundry.

This was also done while I was making lunch, chatting to The Bestie, and watching episodes of ‘8 out of 10 Cats does Countdown’. All in all, a really productive yet relaxing day. I’m pretty chuffed actually. I ticked many things off my to-do list.

I actually felt like a responsible adult for the first time in, well, ever. Really, it was sorting out papers for my car that made me feel “grown up”. I pretty much go day-to-day believing I’m 25 (I was free of responsibility and a very aloof 25 year old). Nothing like a big wad of cash leaving your bank account to pay for bills to make you feel the wrath of adulthood.

That, and also realising your dad may be scared of death.

Life and death are funny things. I don’t think you truly value life until you’ve come close to death. I should clarify at this point that my Dad is fine and he hasn’t come to any harm (that I am aware of, at least). He’s had a visit to the GP and is due to see a heart specialist in a week. He didn’t ask, but I offered to go with him and he accepted.

They say that parents eventually become the children, and I can see what they mean. I can already identify the role-reversal in this situation with me accompanying my Dad to doctor’s visits when he used to do the same for me. It’s strange how it’s a definite moment or change. I was expecting this vague, blurry shift where you can’t really pinpoint when it happened. But here it is.

I guess I’m not prepared for the reality of it. My colleagues sometimes joke that I’m the “mother” of my parents. Cooking a meal they don’t like for them or cleaning up after them is fine. I can do that. But monitoring and managing their health, and dealing with the consequences of that? I’m not ready for it. And I don’t know when I will be. But they can’t wait until I am. So I need to start doing these things. And other things, like paying my bills on time.

So, I guess this is adulthood.

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