Everyday Is A Struggle How To Hussle Some Dough

Being an adult is hard. A lot harder than I was led to believe growing up. As a kid being an adult looked like fun. You could sleep in, party whenever you wanted, have friends over whenever you wanted, leave your kids with who ever would take them or by themselves, work part time jobs and still make it, mooch off welfare, go to concerts, go to night clubs, drink the night away and live in oblivion the next day.

Imagine the disappointment I faced when I realized that adulthood by no means was actually lived this way. Yes you could sleep in but only if you wanted to waste the day away and have nagging kids every 20 minutes bug you for cereal or any kind of breakfast while they sneak in their valentine candy. Or while they try and pry open your eye lids to disturb the one time you actually dream a story that's not horrifying. Or if you can sleep through the million calls that come in back to back from absentminded callers that assume you are awake at 8am just because you have 2 children and in the end suck the pure joy of sleeping in altogether.

Party, sure! Whenever you wanted?? Not so much. It's a process when you have children. You have to plan in advance and make sure that your potential babysitter hasn't recently been bombarded by another farm of children. Or you think of clever ways to bring it up to them or better yet have your children ask themselves! You try not to wait last minute but you don't want to ask with too much advance notice due to cancellations or new found sicknesses that sometimes tend to loom.

Have friends over every weekend? Sure, if you want. Unless of course you live at your in-laws house for a good portion of that time and everyone is scared to go to a pastor's house in fear of being converted.

The rest go hand in hand. Adulthood is no easy road. Especially when all the tools you need to succeed must be learned and achieved on your own. Going to work is hard. Making it to work on time is especially hard. Making everyone else money except for yourself is hard. Working side by side with your boss who is also part owner of the company is hard. Coming back to work after lunch is hard. Working 8-5 everyday and still getting paid like you work 12-4 is hard. Knowing that that's the worth you are putting on the time spent away from your children is hard. Working all day to come home and cook and clean and take care of a home is hard and expected so you best drink that 5 hour energy and hope you don't crash, crash craaaaayaaashh into a ditch.

Having a car is hard. Registering it on time is hard. Getting it a smog on time is hard. Making sure it's not overheating is hard. Paying for gas is hard. Cleaning it is hard.

Paying rent is F*CKEN hard. Pay day loans that promise prompt payment while secretly butt ramming you in fine print is disgusting. I've tried really hard to stay away from those. The commercial for Cash Call has Lucifer himself as the spokesman. You try your hardest to not cry at work because you really don't know how the hell you are going to pull 300 dollars out your ass before the day is done and are wasting valuable time at a desk when you can be out turning trixs for that change instead is definitely hard except that I value my dignity and that's one thing you can never get back after going down that road.

Enjoying moments where folding clothes is enough to keep struggles off my brain. Moments where combing my babies hair or painting their nails relaxes me. Tedious tasks like scrubbing the kitchen floor and rearranging the refrigerator help take me to a far away place. A place where I can live and let others around me live. A place where I can watch The Bachelor and not be called WHACK! I care about who he tooted and booted danggit, he met their families.

Cheers to adulthood!