What bits of adulthood do you find shit?

[Iwonder777]

Mine is shopping - specially food shopping.

@LandedInMyLap

Food. The mental load of thinking what to make, shopping for it, cooking it, clearing up afterwards. The kids asking ‘what’s for dinner, Mum?’ day after day.

Oh, totally.

I hate cooking so meal planning, food shopping and the actual cooking are the worst jobs ever. I'd live off cereal, cheese and nuts if I lived on my own!

However cutting the privet hedge is a damn close second if we're thinking of shit household jobs.

Thinking about what to feed people. I hate it so much. If there was just me it would be M&S meals, salads, fruit and eating out when ever I fancied it.

All of it. Sure I can eat chocolate cake at 5am if I want but then I get fat. The love I feel for my son is maybe the only good part.

The working part. I've pretty much had it, but I need to keep at it for at least 2 years.

Deciding what to have for dinner and then cooking said dinner . Every. Single. Day.

Washing up twice a day or leaving it until the end of the day by then there’s a small mountain to wash up!

Wanting to do nothing / just sit down but small people need you to do stuff.

Having to manage redundancy and decision to have pet PTS.

The being ill and having to still take care of the kids. Last year I had the worst flu I have had in years yet still has to sort out the kids tea and take care of them whilst dh was at work. I was floored for three weeks. Dh did take a few days off to take care of them but I definitely think I would have recovered quicker had I just been able to rest.

Organising dinner every night...the planning, shopping then needing to cook each night. Not helped by having a vegetarian DH and 2 DC with very differing tastes

A lot of it, if I'm honest. Agree with everyone about cooking – well, more accurately thinking if what to eat all the fucking time.

Stuff like council tax and gas readings.
Paying tax/navigating HMRC (self-employed).
The idea of sorting care wishes for late life/making a will/a funeral plan etc.

Having to think about things like getting the roof fixed, and garden waste, and a new kitchen floor.

Having said that, on Bank Hol Monday my household drew the blinds at 10am and watched the last Line of Duty with coffee and biscuits, so I suppose it isn't all bad.

when a glass smashes the reality that its me, only me that has clear it up

Having to be responsible for EVERYTHING. It even looms in the ‘unspoken’ responsibility.

Sometimes, I just don’t want to be.

@MitziK

Things breaking.

When I was a kid it seemed incidental, now it means I either have to fix it myself, pay someone else to fix it or shell out for a replacement. I've just had to replace the leaky bastard water filter and resented every penny of it

Work.
Food shopping.

Spending money on stuff that's not fun eg
Boiler service
Hoover bags
Plumbers
Buying loo brushes, bins, dustpan and brush etc
Car expenses
I haven't grown out of wanting to spend my disposable income at tammy girl and top shop and I resent these dull things 🤣

Growing older is manatory. Growing up is optional.

Ask my husband. He has a double decker London bus and a working Spitfire engine in the garage/workshop. He sings hymns at the top of his voice in the shower, sends me text messages in perfect German ( he's not German) and draws teddy bears on my bottom in indelible laundry marker. He says I have the finest bottom in all of London. He can fly a jumbo jet. My son thinks that's so cool. So not all of being an adult is shit. It's just your toys get bigger. If you see what I mean

Periods.

Cleaning.

Having to make all of the decisions, all of the time- and deal with the consequences. Sometimes it would be nice to just do stuff without any of the thinking. Things like going on holiday- it would be lovely to just go and enjoy myself without having to decide where to go, pay for it, organise time off work (sorting cover etc as well), sort out suitable clothes/pack bags, make sure we're at the airport on time etc etc.

The kitchen never been really clean (it’s too well used).

The fact that other parents are such wankers (not all of them, a lot of them though). Can’t just be nice and get their children to be nice.

Laundry never ends

Not having anyone to defer to if something needs doing. I am the top dog. It ultimately falls on my shoulders.

Working

Paying bills. Cooking and cleaning . Working. Food shop.

That eating my fill of potato crisps and hamburgers is frowned upon as an adult and that climbing trees is also a bit of a no-no. Not just because a 50-year-old in a tree looks a bit daft but the fact that my body is creaky and I can't jump around as well is the real bummer!