Recently, a few of my friends have told me they can’t believe how grown up I am now, and how I’m a proper ‘adult’. I’ve got a great job, amazing friends, a lovely place to live, a fab car and am engaged to the best person ever.
However, this is just how it looks to an outsider, really, my life is a right old mess. I thought we could have a laugh at some of the ways I’m currently failing at adult-ing.
My house is an actual tip. If you’ve seen it clean and tidy, that’s because I did a rushed tidy up before you arrived. I love being house proud, but living in something that looks like a show home is definitely not realistic for me and my fiancé at the minute. We’re too busy, too tired and to be honest, too lazy on weekdays. I try and do the ‘big clean’ at the weekend, but I normally put it off until 7pm on Sunday nights.
I sometimes eat cold bagels. It’s too much effort to cut it in half and toast it. They’re 70% as good cold as they are warm, I promise.
I get ready for work in the mornings in approximately 14 minutes. This is because sleepy Rosie is evil and presses snooze a million times, so now I’ve truly nailed the 10 minute makeup look. I once set an alarm for 5am to do yoga, I woke up, laughed at the fact that I’d even considered morning exercise, and pressed snooze for another two hours.
No matter how much money I earn, I’m always skint. I live like a millionaire for the week after payday, and then continue to be on a strict spending ban for the rest of the month. Budgeting tips please? I am adult enough to pay all my bills on the first of the month though!
I noticed I had a hole in the bottom of my favourite shoes recently, and chose to ignore it for weeks because I love them so much. That was until it rained and I had wet tights for the day at work. I learnt my lesson and they’re now in the bin.
If I have to leave the house on a lazy day at the weekend, I just put my gym clothes on. That means my hair and face can look a mess too, and people will think “Well done girl. You’ve been to the gym on a Saturday!” (I doubt they think this, but I can pretend). Plus, they’re just as comfy as pyjamas.
The bins are collected on Monday mornings, and I always remember to take them out at 11pm on a Sunday night when I’ve got wet hair and am in pyjamas.
I’m terrible at ironing and avoid it at all costs. I hang up my clothes really straight so (fingers crossed) they don’t need ironing. If something is creased, that’s it, I’m not wearing it unless my mum comes to visit and does my ironing for me.
People think that I’m a really confident person. In actual fact, when I feel awkward or shy, I overcompensate and this comes across as confidence. Does anyone else do this?
I refuse to wear daytime clothes in the house. Who can sit and watch TV comfortably in jeans?! Within two minutes of entering the house, I’m in my fluffy pyjamas.
I can’t parallel park to save my life. Someone please teach me?
I don’t know how to use a tin opener. In my house growing up, we had an electric one (extra, I know), so when it comes to using a handheld one, I fail every time.
Can you relate to any of these? Let me know how you fail at being an adult in the comments!
And if you want a post on the ways that I’m totalling nailing adult life, let me know 🙂