Adulting

Adulting is difficult on most days, but on days when you're already hanging on by the fingernails, it truly is not necessary to hang on to my feet and pull me down.

We've all been there.  You're cruisin through your morning, doing the positive brain framing, you've got your shit "handled" for the most part.  

Then....it happens.

You know, the comment said with a sarcastic tone, the if looks could kill "look", the micro managers, the egotistical control freaks that dont believe anything can be done correctly unless they do it.

Or, the spousal unit keeps calling, asking "did you do (insert task here) yet?"  Hmmmm, lemme see....not since you called me 15 minutes ago.  But let me drop everything Im working on at my job and get right on that honey.

We all have that one little trigger or hot button...the one that fires you up faster than one of the Donald's Tweets

You're lying if you say you don't!  And if you truly go through life without ruffled feathers, then God Bless You and give me the name of your therapist....or wine

Ahh, the sweet joys of adulting!


Comments

Rob said…
Over the years I've encountered much of what you mention, Sherry. One book (since you say you love to read) that I found valuable to address these things is "Games people play". If you can figure them out (and know what makes them tick) then you'll know how to cope with these various village idiots.
Sherry said…
Thanks Rob...definitely going to read that book!

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