I've been feeling a lot lately how hard it is to be a grown-up. Not the "curl up in a little ball and rock back and forth until it all just goes away or they put me in a little padded room" sense of difficulty, but the "I'm just a little too busy for my tastes and I *know* I'm forgetting something dreadfully important and I'm always a little stressed" sense of difficulty. My favorite is the "Yeah, I'm busy, but I'm together and with it and I feel so competent and cool a bus load of junior high kids could make fun of me and I'd brush them off no sweat", but that just doesn' happen very often.

They really don't tell you how hard it is to be a grown-up. There ought to be orientation sessions at the very least, if not actual classes on budgeting and building a better to-do list. It's not any one thing that's difficult, it's the culmination of things with deadlines that need juggling. That, and money flow problems make me marvel at folks my age who've got their shit together. Or give that appearance.

Listen to me whine! I just have a lot to get done today, a lot I want to do today and even more that I really should stop putting off. It's made worse by the fact that I'm still climbing out of the big hole of disorganization that is moving house. Plus, the vet yesterday cost me four times what I'd been expecting it to cost. Kids!

The plan for today is fiddle online here for a bit (look at me update -- whoo!), drink more coffee, maybe vacuum (or Dirt Devil; it's not actually a vacuum), lunch with Susan, balance checkbook (ugh), pay bills (ditto), revise "Skatebirding" and make it not so boring, write emails to friends (yay), bake up some cookies (ditto) and unpack a few boxes still sitting in the living room.

Yeah. Ok. It's doable, right?