I just realized that I have crossed the threshold into adulthood. What gave it away, you ask? It wasn't the house, the student loans, the minivan, the "real job" I go to every day, the board positions I hold. No, it wasn't even the four kids, the PTA meetings, the soccer-mom status.
Nope, it was none of that. It was the giant pile of leaves I just raked to the side of the street. That may seem rather mundane to you. But as I briefly contemplated jumping into it, I realized I would just have to rake it back up if I jumped into it and scattered it about.
What a terribly boring, adult thing to think.
Bah.
Perhaps next week I'll rake a pile for the J-man and live vicariously through him.
ChezPerky 
You know, you can remedy that whole adult thing by jumping in the pile of leaves…
Ooh, I know the feeling. It’s always the little things.
Bea
this totally made me giggle. always the little things, isn’t it?
To counter act the affects of adulthooditis you should have just jumped in!
I say, live it! Jump into the leaves with him!
Haha! Welcome to adulthood!
You are far from boring, though.
My moment of becoming an adult also came this week: I ordered daily dilivery of the newspaper…