It's supposed to snow in Napa tomorrow, which freaks me the fuck out. I don't need any black ice causing accidents! I commute to work. And I don't have snow chains.
It's funny the things we got excited about as children are now such a hassle because we look at it through our adult brains. Like Christmas. As a child, it was the most exciting time of year, mostly due to presents. My sister and I would wake up at 6 IN THE MORNING and drag our parents out of bed. Mom and Dad, I apologize for that. I now can appreciate that you were up all night creating that Christmas masterpiece and Heather and I ruined your well-deserved repose. As an adult, Christmas time is still nice and cozy, but fucking stressful. All I want is time off work where I can eat and sleep and spend all day in red, white, or green pajamas. Screw presents. Screw 6 am. I sleep til 10 now. And the first place I go is not the tree, but the coffee pot. Christmas gives the gift of time and sleep.
See, I work with children so I have a laundry list of these disconnects. Look at bedtime. As kids we never wanted to go to bed. Now, it is my favorite time of day besides meal breaks. Also, school. If I could spend my life sitting through class and learning, I would be a happy camper. I wish I could do school all over.
Running the mile? I used to fake sick at school so I didn't have to run it. I would also walk half of it so my time was around 20 minutes. Towards the end I would run, and my whole class had already finished, so they would cheer me on like it was the special Olympics. Now, I run at least 2 times a week. I can run a mile in 11 minutes. Send me back to middle school, give me an ipod, and I'll smoke my old time. Part of me wants to make the main focus of my 10 year reunion the fact that I run miles voluntarily, without stopping to walk, and I don't need to be cheered on.
Shopping? As a kid I would loathe furniture stores. I preferred the colorful mecca of Toys R Us. I love shopping for home now. Kitchen gadgets, bathmats, pillowcases, yes! I secretly plot the layout of my dream house. I sometimes play pretend in my head. It may look like I am browsing in Ikea; but I am looking at their pre-arranged living rooms and imagining myself making out with my fiancée on the couch or hosting a a chic cocktail party. Ikea is the happiest place on Earth.
Finally, boys. Childhood would show me hiding my face during the love scenes in movies. Now, it's my favorite part. Unless I'm around my Dad. If that's the case then I'll usually make an awkward comment about the movie lighting or get up and use the bathroom.
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