When did you first realize you were an adult?
Was it your first car? Your first job? That first house payment or marriage or baby?
For me, I’m always reminded I’m an adult when I’m sick. No matter how lousy I feel, I still have to get out of bed — and make it up, because I’m my mother’s daughter — and take my dog Rory for a walk. Because dogs have to go outside and do their business, even when you feel like poop.
If I were a kid, and not an adult, someone else would take care of such things.
The side benefit of this responsibility is that the fresh air usually makes me feel a bit better. And getting up for Rory’s walk means I not only feed the dog but myself as well. If it weren’t for this adult routine, I might skip breakfast altogether, which wouldn’t do much to improve my health.
I also get a chance to get a few things done in the morning when I still have some energy. Let’s face it — when you’ve got a cold, you start to drag as the day wears on.
Of course, I have that evening walk a’comin’ to perk me right up!
(When can I take DayQuil again…?)