Growing up sucks.
I never expected life to be easy or fair, my family taught me better than that, but I never expected it to be so HARD. And, then, when I thought it wouldn't- COULDN'T- get harder, it did. Don't misunderstand, I know we are very lucky to have the things/family/friends that we do, and I know we could be a lot worse off, but honestly its exhausting to just break even.
Now, I wrote the above a few weeks ago, and while it still holds true things have gotten easier. Husband's new job has a bit more money coming into the house which does take a load of worry off of my shoulders, at least for the time being.
The thing that I realized today is another aspect of why being a grown up sucks.
Husband has started losing a significant amount of weight and has a lot more energy as of late because of it. So, about a week ago he decides he wants to start mountain biking. While I am not super-thrilled with this idea, seeing as mountain bikes are balls expensive and can be dangerous and all of those other grownuppy worrisome things, but its what he wants to do so I go with it. I like to be outdoors and getting into to shape sounds like an excellent idea so, sure, why not? Well, we put in an application for a loan because, like I said, they're costly things, these mountain bikes, and were promptly denied. I felt awful, because Husband seemed so down about it. So, I scrounged and found someone who would let us borrow a couple of bikes for the weekend and scrounged some more and found a few cheap bikes in the never-ending plethora of stuff that is "the barn." We took them out and they worked fine, but I could tell it still wasn't quite what he wanted. Blah, blah, blah.
(Enough with the back story; here comes the sucky thing)
So, today after lunch Husband calls me and says "Instead of saving money for mountain bikes, I think we should use the extra money we're making now to fix my credit so that we can buy a house sometime relatively soon."
This, while it is admittedly a better idea than mountain bikes, sucks.
Is this what being a grownup means?
Struggling and wearing yourself thin just so that you can come to the realization that the one fun thing you want to do you can't do because it is much more important to worry about boring adult things like your FREAKING CREDIT SCORE?!
On the bright side, the new series of Doctor Who premiers in 11 days.
And you can never be too grownup to enjoy space/time travel, right?
