young to old.

Today when I got home from work, it was a quick dinner, and then John was off to work. I was so tired today. I don't usually find it hard to keep my eyes open during the day - but today......oh, it was just one of those days. Unfortunately 18 month olds and 3.5 year olds don't like to just sit around after dinner and relax....so I tried to keep them occupied to the best of my ability. Off to the bath they went, and then after multiple nude laps around the house it was pj time and bed time. Ah. With very little difficulty, they went to sleep. Thank goodness. I don't think I could have sanely handled a lot of "difficulty" this evening.

And then I realized. I'm getting old. Not because of the tired part, but because of the next part. I tried to physically force myself to just leave the dishes alone. Just leave them there - all messy all over the table, and clean them up tomorrow. Yup. That's right. Just leave them there till tomorrow at 6am when I will get my wake-up call. But I couldn't do it.

A few years ago, I would have had no problem leaving them there. But slowly it has happened. Year after year, day after day, I have become this person. This wife and mother and woman, who can't handle a table that hasn't been wiped down after dinner. Or can't help but pick up 10 random toys/socks/shoes/books/fill in the blank while walking down the hallway. Who makes the bed every morning, and meal plans. And all of the sudden I feel so "responsible". Sometimes being an adult is so surreal.