Growing up is FARTS.

If you would have asked 7 year old Kandi what she wanted to be when she grew up, she would have enthusiastically replied " A McDonald's French Fry Taster!" I was going to specialize in quality control of a product that I loved.  Why didn't I do that?  Besides the fact that I could (potentially) be morbidly obese right now, I think I would be incredibly happy. (My lofty career goal of French fry taster is not an exaggeration... True story here, folks).

These past few months have not been easy on me, and it is not something that I've kept to myself. There have been days/weeks where I've not been the easiest person to live with. Poor Owen had been the frustration receptacle for more than his fair share.

It is socially awkward when adults cry.  When little kids cry, I feel the need to cuddle them and try to cheer them up.  When adults cry, its like they have a funny eye that you try really hard not to look at but cant help it.  This is especially a problem when I want to cry and throw a genuine fit but know that I will be looked at like I am the one with the funny eye. It doesn't help that my crying is completely unpredictable. Owen walked in on an ugly cry episode over a tv program about how to make extra crispy potato chips (also a true story).

These past few months, I've let an unbridled ugly cry out from time to time.  I've been frustrated that it takes literally 35 minutes to find a parking spot at the grocery store, that it feels like I spend half a day commuting to and from work, that the advertized price of gas is if you pay in cash (10 cents extra to pay with a card)...etc. I am especially thankful that I get to spend some quality time at home where my biggest frustration is deciding which pair of sweatpants I should wear during the day...after I spend 20 minutes in a self-debate regarding which pair will provide me with the most comfort and allow me to eat an unhealthy amount of dad's hash browns and bacon.

Long story short- growing up is farts! I miss the days when my mom could take care of all of my problems. I would appreciate it if someone would ground me before I make a dumb decision like the good old days. Please! Take my cell phone away and banish me to my room for two weeks...that would be awesome! Now I have bills and responsibilities and 11 gray hairs on the right side of my head...but, I have to say I am very thankful that I've found someone who will put up with my ugly cry and won't let me sit on the pitty pot for too long.