I've been feeling the juxtaposition of being a grown up and being, well, not acutely the last week and a half. On the one hand, I'm unemployed and I have an extreme amount of guilt for not being able to help to contribute to the bills. We're fine financially, and Inspector Climate is always supportive, but it doesn't make me feel any less of a team player.
The other hand of course is that I've been sick and literally have not left the house in 9 days. NINE DAYS. I've watched countless bad movies (some of them...twice), and have been coughing so hard and so frequently that I actually think I've perfected my smoker's cough. Which is impressive because I have never touched a cigarette.
When I saw this link up last week I had to participate. Because when I grow up...there will be many things that won't be as they aren't now.
First and foremost, I'm going to make sure we have a kitchen that's big. (Hah! I bet you thought I was going to say a job...foolish). Kitchens are where the home is (Kitchen is where the home is? Maybe, when I'm a grown up I'll learn how to speak English!).
I want a kitchen that is colourful and has ample counter space.
I want a kitchen with room for a table so that when we have guests over they can sit and talk while we cook.
I want a kitchen with a gas stove. I want a kitchen that is so inviting that when I invite you over for tea we can't help but stay and make some scones too.
Growing up is having a kitchen that sustains me. Where I'm not "making do" with odd tools for jobs, where I'm not getting angry at Inspector Climate because Dear Moses, must he ALWAYS be in my way?
What do you think? What's growing up to you?