i'm bad at being a grown up

seriously. i am bad at it.

how? let's see.

i can't keep my house clean for the life of me. i let things go and go and go until i can't stand them anymore and throw a fit in front of Reid. then we spend an entire evening cleaning and three days later, it's back where it started. what's so difficult about putting things away when you're done with them? why is it so hard to wash the dishes after every meal?

i don't have a signature meal that i can just whip up anytime we might have dinner guests. not only do i not have a signature meal, i never have the signature ingredients around to compile such a meal to begin with. on top of that, there's always a pile of the aforementioned dishes to be done afterward that i'm not eager to deal with.

i don't exercise. there. i said it. it's true. many times in my life i've tried to start an exercise regimen. never has it worked. i know what i need to do. i know that it's as simple as taking a 30 minute walk every day but do i do that? no! that requires getting off of my duff. that requires an extra 30 minutes a day. i don't seem to have that much extra time lately.

i have no artwork on my walls. yep. our walls are bare, save our wedding invitation in the bedroom and the family calendar in the kitchen. i've talked with my friend, Becca about this before; artwork and framing things of importance are double income kinds of things. when we only have one income, i'm more concerned about putting food on the table, (or on the coffee table. from a takeout bag) gas in our cars, and shoes on our feet. artwork is one of those things that i feel will really catapult me into adulthood.

i don't have a real couch. nope, our living room consists of a five year old ikea couch that we've reinforced about five times and a donated chair that Reid hates and wants to get rid of. another double income kind of thing. i so want a comfortable couch and chair. i truly believe those things will make my life better.

the list goes on, but i'll stop there for tonight. i'll spare you the ugly details. you'll thank me later, when i'm a real adult doing things adults do.