I'm sure I've talked about it before, but man do I just LOVE being a grownup. I just really love it. All those people who would give anything to be seventeen again? NO FRICKING WAY.
Point being, I had a lot of leeway. I didn't really have a curfew bc my parents knew I was just sitting over at Angela's house watching tv, so I never had to sneak out. Honestly, if I'd asked to go out at midnight, they probably would have let me. Because, again, they trusted me.
So life wasn't that bad. I got amazing grades, stayed out of trouble, and got my full scholarship, and in return, my parents sort of let me do whatever I wanted. It just happened that I was a total nerd and didn't want to do anything naughty. Which, in return, made them trust me even more and give me even more freedom.
The teenage years were all right for me.
But I still wouldn't go back, because being an adult is still a thousand times better. Diet coke for breakfast? Who's gonna stop me? Bag of microwave popcorn for dinner? Gimme. Pajamas all day? Sign me up. Don't feel like doing laundry or tidying up my bedroom? No one cares. Well Nick does, but he's not gonna say anything.
I guess a lot of it is that I don't have a job or any other real responsibilities. Other than getting my kids to school on time (and again, even if they're late, no one is going to yell at me to my face, so suck it) I don't have to do anything. I guess technically I do have to keep their uniforms clean, but honestly, that's it.
Other than that, total freedom. Even MORE than I had in high school!!!
The downside, I suppose, is that it's sort of a double edged sword. No one stops me from staying up till two in the morning watching Mr Robot, but there's no one else to drive those kids to school, so I still have to wake up on time and get it done, or let them play hooky and spend the whole day with them. Gag me. No one stops me from eating a tray of brownies for dinner, but now I'm forty pounds overweight and the seam on my favorite yoga pants finally called it quits. No one makes me clean up after myself and my house in an embarrassing episodes of hoarders.
I've lost all track of any point I was trying to make. Win some, lose some.
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