When I think about it, I really don’t know how I’m going to survive the rest of my life. I could barely remember what day Game of Thrones was on, how will I remember to pay the bills and feed my pets and make doctor/dentist appointments and when to pick my kids up from school? I think I’m a really organized person but then I just think of all of that and become overwhelmed.
There are a lot of good things about growing up but there seem to be more bad things. Like my child won’t grow up with Rugrats. How sad is that? So sad.
I just have so many thoughts tonight. And then there’s the side of me that cannot WAIT to leave and move to New York City and fall in love with the city (maybe even a man :O) and work on Broadway.
Growing up is really bringing me down.