This spring, my husband's job changed a little bit, in that he now travels a lot more than he used to. Which gives me a little bit of freedom, and a whole lot of lessons in how lousy I am being a grown-up. When I am on my own, I eat popcorn for dinner, don't take out the garbage, and leave dishes in the sink for days on end. I remember this kind of behavior from college, when I had roommates who would make a giant pile of my dirty dishes and put a note on it reminding me that I was not raised in a barn.
I came home from a long weekend at a bachelorette party to find the kitchen clean, the fridge cleared out of gross leftovers, and the laundry done. My husband is an extremely patient man, and I'm very, very lucky.
Anyone else a disaster when it comes to being a grownup?