Why’d I have to grow up?

I wish I was a baby again. How nice is that? Everything is new. Everything is there to explore. Except for the inability to explain yourself intelligibly, it's a sweet life. No job. No responsibilities. Can walk around in your pajamas all day. Everyone brings you your meals. You're given a bath every night. When you cry and complain, people actually care and listen.

It's not like when you're an adult. When I cry and complain, people tell me to get over myself. I don't get to play with toys anymore. Instead, I get to pay bills every day. I don't get to run outside in the snow. Instead, I get to shovel it. I don't get to have playdates. Instead, I see an old friend, and we spend most of the time complaining about our jobs.

If people would just once get up and clap and give me a big hug because my huge accomplishment for the day was managing to walk across the kitchen floor unassisted, I'd be in heaven.

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