I find that I say this often. For example "When I grow up, I will always have a clean house", or "When I grow up, I want to live in a house that isn't attatched to anyone else's", or my favorite is "When I grow up, my husband will be out of school... NOT" (wow it's been many years since I used the term NOT, but I find it fits this sentance well.)
Then this morning I looked in the mirror and recieved bad news... I'm a grown up. You'd think I would have figured this out by now, since I have had 4 children surgically removed from my body, and since my 10 year high school reunion is in August. But no, I've been living in denial. If you are wondering what was so tramatic... I found a GRAY HAIR (actually 2). I was so shocked that I took it and showed Adam. He was unimpressed. He glanced at it and said "Yep, It's Gray". I mean I wanted some sort of celebration or sympathy, but no. I didn't get either.
I'm okay with this I am, I mean I guess I alway knew it would happen, but I never thought it really would. I was not made to grow up, I still laugh at my husband's cheesy jokes, I still find myself flipping to MTV to see what's on, and I still turn the radio up loud when I'm alone and "ROCK OUT".
So when did you know that you were a grown up?
Or are you in denial as well. If my mother is reading this I'm sure she will say "I'm still 29 and can get jiggy wit my homies", but she's crazy like that.