March 29, 2012

An Adult Moment

It was a sunny afternoon, around 3pm.  The Man and I welcomed a Sears representative into our home to talk about heating systems.  I offered him something to drink and he declined.  We sat our dining room table and talked about heat pumps, cleaning the heating ducts, checking the alignment of the ducts, new furnaces and the like.  The Man and I did our thing, listening and communicating through glances and small nods. 

After awhile I started to zone since I had missed my afternoon nap.  You shouldn’t mess with a pregnant lady’s nap.  We had been talking about the necessity of replacing our furnace so this was kinda important.  At one point I started to pay attention again and I heard him talk about financing.  We talked about our options and the specials they were running and blah, blah, blah.

It was in that moment that I felt like an adult. It hit me, out of no where, that holy crap, The Man and I owned our house and are responsible for figuring out how to afford replacing our furnace. 

Don’t get me wrong, at 32 and well aware I’m an adult.  There was just something in this moment though that hit me.  I remembered walking through the dining room as a kid and catching a bit of a conversation my parents were having with a representative for something for the house and they were talking about financing options.

It just came back to me and hit me in a way that graduating college, moving overseas, falling in love, getting engaged, getting married, moving cross country, buying a house and getting pregnant never did.  This was something my parents had done that I witnessed.  It was a little mind boggling to tell you the truth.

Have you ever had a moment like this?


  1. I've had a few of those "adult" moments and they always make me smile.  

  2. Don't ya just love being an adult!

  3. Oh, the joys:) For the most part, yes but other times....NO!


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