What bits of adulthood do you find shit?

[Iwonder777]

Mine is shopping - specially food shopping.

Everything.

Having to justify to insolent adults that racism does exist everyday and 'yes! In this town too!'?

Having to be reasonable all the time, when you feel like throwing a tantrum.

Being responsible for dealing with problems and emergencies- flat tyres, leaking pipes etc.

Having to be reasonable all the time, when you feel like throwing a tantrum.
I sometimes want to just get on the supermarket floor and kick my heels and scream when they haven't got hot lime pickle yet again.

Thinking of dinners.
Conversations about brushing teeth.

This is an ANCIENT thread.

Paying bills..,why do I need to pay to exist ffs!

@RomaineCalm

The thinking.

Thinking about what's happening today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year. Meals, school stuff, work stuff, home stuff, family stuff, friends stuff, birthdays, Christmas, holidays...

Sometimes I just want someone to do the thinking for me for a change.

THIS!!!!

I honestly can't be arsed thinking sometimes. Especially about what we're having for dinner. If there's a hell, it would be me being forced to think about what everyone is having for dinner for all eternity.

Cleaning

What's with all the ancient threads on active???

Having to tell the kids the SAME thing over and over again and still not getting the message across

I don't think it matters that it's ancient.. Nothing on here I've read so far would be any different now!

Pretty much all of it 😬

You're right @HugeAckmansWife. Just wonder why there's so many today?

The never empty washing basket.

I think of someone had told teenage me about the sheer volume of washing up you have to to as an adult I’d have considered ending it there and then.

The bins. Doing the FUCKING BINS.

Having to cook dinner.

Making packed lunches.

Constantly feeling like you’re only just scraping by.

All the endless drudgery.

Cooking tea. Every night. I hate it.

Having to shower. Such a drag.

Having to THINK and there’s never any break from it. I find it very hard to switch off from responsibilities.

Being tired all the time.

Cleaning the bathroom
Replying to emails
Juggling everything
Washing up
Putting clean clothes away
Putting food shop away is the worst

I love cleaning my car for some reason. I find it really therapeutic

Sitting indoors in an office for 7.5 hours a day, 5 days a week (which Ive done for the last 32 years !!!). Bills. Responsibility. Food shopping - I detest it, whether online or in a supermarket. The aches and pains Im getting, which are increasing. Most of it is shit, tbh. I need to have more fun and less laundry...

Anything once peri menopause hits

Before, getting utterly pissed and being able to afford a constant source of gin compensated for A LOT of adulthood

With peri menopause that is taken away and you're just left with the shit bits - with extra tiredness thrown in

Laundry. Not so much the washing it but the drying and the folding and the putting away. I don't iron. I refuse to iron.

I think I’m swimming against the tide here, but I love everything about being an adult! It beats the shit out of my emotionally abusive childhood.
I love being in charge of my own life, of choosing everything that I like, from meals to tv shows to holidays.
I love not being hit and screamed at, and told that I am useless every day.
I loved the 16 wonderful years with my darling DH before his untimely death, I love visiting our two adult children who I raised alone from babyhood.
I love being retired, pottering in the garden, curling up with the Times crossword and a box of chocolates.
Adulthood is fabulous!

Most of it tbh. But especially the crushing awareness that everything is down to me. The thinking, the doing, all of it. I'd like to feel like someone might look out for me. My parents were a bit crap, but as an adult I KNOW there's no one else (single parent).

All of it 😭

Today was especially bad. The dreaded paperwork sort out. Been piling up for months so today was the day. Ds walked in from school when I was surrounded by piles of paper and asked what I was doing. Adulting son, Adulting, it's crap.