What bits of adulthood do you find shit?

[Iwonder777]

Mine is shopping - specially food shopping.

The adulty bits. Such as paying bills, getting enough sleep, eating proper meals every day. Being expected to be an adult. Housework.

The whole ruddy lot of it.

Made worse, currently, of course, by not having any time off from it since sodding March.

Reminding other people about personal hygiene. DDs fair enough they are children but DP - makes me want to wretch when he hasn't bothered to shower.

The lack of youthfulness. Where are the years going?
Apart from that it’s dinners. Always having to think about dinners, shop and cook them.
When I was young free and slim, dinner was some baguette with cheese and tomato or weetabix. They are was a fab dinners. Now I have to think of balanced family meals.

DIY

The morning routine. Having to set the alarm, make sure I'm ready, make sure DS is ready. I hate rushing about.

Today it’s not being able to just be hungover. I would love to be in bed most the day but it’s 8:30 I’ve been up since 6am and haven’t stopped doing chores. I even had my cup of tea on the go!

Household admin! Paperwork 😕

@MitziK you are a survivor. Glad that you seem to be doing very well for yourself now, it can’t have been easy 💚💚💚

The lack of autonomy, endless tidying, spending money on shit like servicing the car, getting older and putting on weight, living for holidays, husband leaving adulting to me-in fact wanting to leave his job and not be stressed, having teens does not mean the parenting work is finished, never going away, no spontaneity, nothing to look forward to (apart from getting older, parents dying etc), too late to change career, too late to meet someone new, too late for anything, the responsibility. Fuck, the responsibility!!! I have dreams where I am about 7, tucked in bed, and my mum is kissing me goodnight. All feels ok in the world. THAT feeling is what I miss about being an adult. The buck stops with me. Not me and my partner. Me. Fuck. Need some meds I think...

I'm amazed how many people say meals, shopping and cooking. I feel better- I hate that too, I just got the impression everyone else felt at least pride in cooking from scratch, putting up their meal plans for the week and so on. I would also love a chef/housekeeper!

All housework. It’s all shit and also never ending.

Packing the dishwasher. Unpacking the dishwasher. Packing the dishwasher. Unpacking the fucking dishwasher.

And guilt. All the guilt.

The relentless monotony of it all, get up and go to work 5 days a week, spend all day having pointless meetings and knowing that it wouldn't really matter if you didn't attend them.
Finish work, do chores. Feel obliged to do some exercise because people tell you you'll die sooner if you don't. Get to the weekend. More chores, the big ones you don't get to time to do in the week. Pay bills. Do food shop. Think of something to make for dinner. Feel constant pressure that you're not making enough time for your family. Have your mother on the phone every week complaining she hasn't seen you.
Try to find time to book a holiday to break up the dullness.

I love cooking and food shopping after a childhood of shit meals, though I appear to be in a minority.

Our wheelie bin had something revolting stuck in the bottom of it this week, which necessitated me cleaning it out It's things like that which don't get done unless I do it, in my capacity as chief adult. As a child I always imagined being an adult would be so much more fun

The awareness of all of the shit in the world. I remember as a kid life revolving around home and that being a safe space. Yes, we would go out and have lovely days out or visit friends but waking up in the car and realising you were home was so lovely. Now with constant news on our phones and the endless running of internal monologue of life admin it doesn't feel like that.

Lack of headspace and ability to truly focus on something.
Cleaning and life admin.
Lack of independence/free time.
Body parts ceasing to function effectively/falling off.

Realising that the last time you saw someone you love might be the last time you ever see them - that hit me like a sledgehammer a couple of weeks ago and yeah, not cool at all, 2020.

Deciding what is for dinner and having to cook it

Food shopping, meal planning, cooking and cleaning the kitchen. It’s just so relentless.

My metabolism seems to have gone! I was always slim and could eat whatever now I seem to be gaining weight no matter what I do or don’t eat.

Routine maintenance of everything! Teeth, gutters, car, boiler, hair, lawn, pets, investments, eyes, fitness.
Buying things that get wrecked or worn out.
Not being able to make everything in your childrens lives go smoothly...
Lack of spontaneity...
The list is endless.

Wow the mental load everyone is talking about on this thread is crazy, show this to you partners and take that snooze!

www.workingmother.com/this-comic-perfectly-explains-mental-load-working-mothers-bear#page-3

I came on to say health being an adult I'm really aware of my health getting worse year by year, I have a chronic condition so live with pain, but the other niggles, UTIs, back aches, I just feel an adult for me right now is survival, not so much fun. And I'm trying to work out how to manage the decline of health, rapidly heading in to menopause and keep the fun!

Ruddy housework.

Having to remember other people's birthdays, anniversaries etc.

Being obliged to foster cordial relations with neighbours and have polite but mind-numbingly boring conversations with them.

I could go on, but I'd be here all day.

The endless concern for loved ones, is DD OK on her own with GS, has GS got ASD, is DM actually developing dementia, will DF cope if she does, and where does this all leave me?
What do I offer to do? What is too much / too little?
How will I fit it all in while trying to work?
I had such a lovely childhood with no worries except wondering if parents would buy me the latest record/ trendy shoes.
Adulthood has been so stressful

Thinking of what to cook for dinner...every night