The one where adulting is hard.

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Adulting is hard when:

-You and your boyfriend think it is a good idea to be silly with each other before you’re properly awake/before the first cup of coffee of the day and you end up “power stomping” (his words) on his foot when he tickles you… The grown up catch-phrase “this can only end in tears” only came to mind after the fact.

– You don’t have enough hours in the day so you run commute to see a friend and lunch is amazing but that chicken and avocado salad feels highly questionable running home.

-You have a bajillion study things you should be doing but somehow two friend dates in one day just seems like a good idea. Priorities.

-Two friend dates is fine but two meals out is absolutely out of the question budget wise so a classy date in the mall food court minus any food goes down.

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-You tear the house apart looking for matching socks and instead find three odd ones and end up wearing one clean sock and one dirty one so at least you have a pair that matches.

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I failed at all of these today… Except for making the bed because I am obsessive about that.

Whatevs, I figured out how to use the layout app and that is accomplishment enough for one day.

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No idea why my hand is all sorts of weird colours in the pic though, I swear I didn’t fake tan my hands again like that one time I mistook fake tan for hand cream. Another excellent example of failing to adultΒ πŸ˜‰

How do you fail at adulting?? Make me feel better about my ridiculous life please πŸ™‚

How are the BEST at adulting? I am really good at making the bed and I combined two cans of soup to make a classy dinner yesterday.

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8 Responses to The one where adulting is hard.

  1. Funny you should mention self tanner… I’m self-tanning this week (marathon on Sunday, must not look like a ghost who has just gone out in the sun for the first time in years!!), and I remembered to wash my hands due to my orange hands incident last year. Win!!
    Exciting news for me – when I was in Boston, the hotel’s treadmill had a video screen and it had running routes to watch on it. I chose the New Zealand course and I got to explore your homeland virtually. Wow, lots of beautiful vegetation and trails on my route πŸ™‚

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    • Tess says:

      I would do that…the self tanning thing. My feet always end up kind of…strange. 😦

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    • Haha Oooh so exciting I will be stalking accordingly!! I bet you’ll crush it, good luck!!
      Omg that’s so so cool!!! I love that you did that! Now youll have to come visit for sure πŸ™‚ you already know how it is to run there! πŸ™‚ in a bit more than a month I’ll be living there again which is soo exciting πŸ™‚

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  2. Tess says:

    Yeah…adulting is hard for all of us. I’m a stickler for matching socks. I would never meet someone for a meal and run home. And I’d NEVER eat at a food court and run home. Bleah. My sister had a sausage and cheese biscuit sandwich from 7-11 for breakfast once and then ran the Bolder Boulder (a HUGE 10k race here in Colorado) and had to be carried to the car afterwards. She was sick for hours and hours and hours. She blamed it on stress. Uh-huh…stress. Couldn’t be that horrible breakfast choice. ::shudder::

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    • Haha oh we actually didn’t eat in the food court- we just sat there and caught up! (Student life πŸ˜‰ ). O,g that sausage cheese biscuit situation (?!?) sounds soooo bad! Ouchie!!

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  3. Curtwood says:

    So much truth in one post haha πŸ™‚

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