Almost every adult you know is adulting.
Not all, but most. If it’s not most you need to find a way around some new people.
Adulting, in general, isn’t hard. It’s really not. Adulting just means your decisions carry more weight.
Like, when you were ten years old the question may have been, “Should I, or should I not, eat this entire box of Fudge Rounds?”
Now, as an adult, you know the answer to that question (clearly yes, you eat ALL the Fudge Rounds because they are insanely fucking delicious), in addition to asking new, harder, questions like, “Should I spend my last five bucks to buy this box of Fudge Rounds? Or use these last few dollars to get gas since I’m on E?”
You already know the answer.
Now, adulting with kids? That’s the hard one.
When you enter this phase of adulting the gravity of your decisions is critical.
For instance, “Should I give some of these Fudge Rounds to my children? It will make them happy and they enjoy them as much as I do, or…do I hide them and gradually eat them one at a time in a separate room or after they have all gone to sleep?”
I consider myself a good father.
That being said, option two all day.
I mean, they’re FUDGE ROUNDS. Come on.