Welcome to Grownuphood

I have this issue with my new age. Now that I'm 36, there are adults out there that were not born yet when I graduated high school. And I don't like it one bit. In fact, 36 is more of a problem for me than 40, mostly because by 40 I'll be in the home stretch with regard to my children (I'll be two years from an empty nest).

So, I have entered this new phase. One which I call "grownuphood". You have your childhood , which requires no explanation. Then you enter adulthood at 18, but it's not like you magically know how to be an adult. Through your twenties, and even into your early thirties, as you learn how to be an adult, one can often be forgiven for a number of transgressions. Oh, he's still just a kid...

But once you enter your late thirties, you're expected to know better. You're not just an adult anymore... you're a (gasp) GROWNUP. So here I am grownuphood. I'm not ready. Or willing. And I'm not even sure I've earned it. But I am here.


Update
This is supposed to be me making fun of grownuphood. Darby dared me to post it.



This would be the serious version of me at 36.



We went to the Cheesecake Factory for one of my favorite dishes for my birthday dinner.



And my birthday desert... CHEEEEEEEESECAKE!!!