by MONTY DIMOND
Last week I was smacked violently in the face with an unwanted realisation…
I am a fully-fledged grown up.
This awareness hit me when I became wayyyyy too excited to go ‘homewares’ shopping on the weekend.
I must also admit that I cleanse, tone and moisturise my face on a daily basis, and my idea of a killer Saturday night is a couch party with my beloved. Every one of those activities violently screams “adult”!
I vividly remember as a kid thinking of all the awesome things I was going to do when I found myself in Grown-Up Land.
I promised myself that when the freedom of adulthood arrived, I would passionately indulge in all the things that were forbidden under my Mother’s roof.
Below are four examples of how I have grown into a bigger disappointment than the Aussie women’s rowing team:
1. Rule Number One in our house as a kid was ‘no sleepovers on school nights’.
This rule was only ever broken once, when my best friend Kate’s Mum had to go interstate. My small mind nearly exploded with excitement on that Tuesday night while we topped and tailed in my single bed. In the morning I was intoxicated with excitement as we both got ready for school…TOGETHER! This was hands down the coolest thing to happen all year. From that awesome experience, I decided when I was old enough I would have nightly slumber parties with my friends. No parent to say “lights out at 8.30pm” or insist we keep our whispers down.