When I’m a proper grown up…
I’ll iron my bed sheets and probably all my clothes too, not just the ones that really need it, five minutes before I dash out of the door.
I’ll shop in Waitrose all the time, not just as a special cheer-myself-up treat, now and then.
I’ll vacuum on a regular basis and not just in a mad panic, before someone visits. In fact, I’ll just have a tidy house, rather than having a “Monica-from-Friends cupboard” where I shove all the crap, when someone is coming over.
I’ll cook from scratch every night, using fresh ingredients like squash and grown up things like bay leaves and cardamom. I’ll steam vegetables myself rather than buying the microwavable bags.
I’ll take dry-clean-only clothing to the dry cleaners, rather than putting it on a gentle machine cycle and praying for the best.
I’ll listen to Radio 4 and mention some of the salient points raised, while in conversation with friends, rather than listening to Taylor Swift and wishing that I, too, was 22-ooh-ooh (dressing up as hipsters and making fun of our exes sounds like so much fun, Tay Tay!)
I’ll put the bins out the day before the bin lorry comes, rather than dashing out in my PJs that morning, praying that they haven’t already been.
I won’t snigger when my child makes a toilet joke.
I’ll enjoy exercise. Like, totally love it. I’ll say things like: “You know, I can’t believe it took me so long to discover pilates. Now, I love exercise. It’s such a release for me.”
I’ll have posh biscuits in the cupboard, just in case people pop over, and I won’t binge eat them while watching YouTube videos.
My laundry will smell as fresh as a summer flower field, and not slightly stale from being left in the washing machine too long, mixed with the smell of cooking, after it was hung up to dry in the kitchen.
I won’t even consider cereal to be a decent dinner-for-one when I’m home alone.
I’ll know the answer to tricky questions from my daughter like “Who is God?” and “How do babies get inside their mummy’s tummy?”
I’ll own a food processor.
I won’t drink too much on a Thursday night and have to do the Friday morning school run with a spinning head, while trying not to breath boozy wine fumes on any other parents.
I’ll eat at the table every night, instead of on the sofa.
I’ll take off my nail polish as soon as it starts to chip, rather than leaving it for days to look ratty and gross.
My life will actually resemble my Instagram feed.
What will you do, when you’re a grown up?
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Don’t grow up! It’s a trap!
Haha I was going to say same as Sarah, don’t do it!!!
When I grow up I’m going to put my freshly washed laundry away instead of leaving it in the basket for days and days.
I love this so much. So many of them are me. I’ll empty the kitchen bin before it overflows, rather than squashing everything down and quickly shutting the cupboard for a day and a half.
Microwavable bags for steamed vegetables are a thing?? How did I not know this. Super, super post lovely. Scrambled eggs with a large glass of red will always be my default dinner for one though – even when I grow up! xx
Love it!
Though I fear I’m a bit too grown up already and must regress. I always listen to Radio 4 and have to listen to The Archers every evening on iPlayer Radio before going to sleep.
(I do this even if I’ve had a few too many proseccos!)
I’m only 24 but I often think these things too especially ironing the bed covers, how nice would it be to have perfect sheets!? I always laughed at my nan for ironing them but now with kids and a home of my own I can see the appeal!
I’d love to be the same about exercise too but at the moment I couldn’t care less (explains my waistline!!)
Xx
Love this! So true.
I have such a habit of listening to Radio 4 for 10 minutes then regurgitating everything I heard whenever anyone’s in earshot. For the next week.
Ive had this one day thought myself. Im not sure we ever really feel grown up though do we?
When i grow up i will look like im old enough to have a son ( baby faced 28yr old)
When i grow up i will actually know how to cook!
When i grow up i will …turn into my mum lol
When I grow up I’ll try not to laugh at childish things, like the little sighs of relief my baby daughter does when she farts in her sleep!
I can’t believe that I actually do some of these already. I’m a real grown-up?! I don’t think that I’ll ever get round to ironing my own clothes though…
I love this, and yes I’m sitting here typing with chipped nail varnish from Friday night. Xxx
If it involves ironing sheets, I’m not growing up never!
Ha ha ha! Love this. When I grow up I’ll own an airing cupboard full of soft, plump, clean towels, rather than storing mine on a shelf in the bedroom and hanging wet ones over the banisters at the top of the stairs.
I’m definitely not a grown up then! I too identify with most, ok all, of these!
Great post!
Clare x