There comes a weird moment in all of our lives when we look around for an adult and realise… we are the adult.
When there’s no longer a parent or caregiver yelling at you to clean up after yourself or stop putting your red t-shirt into the wash with the whites, or your mum tells you to stop calling her to ask how much rice to cook for one person because Google is a thing and also, she’s trying to enjoy her cruise thank you very much.
Sorry, Mum.
So we cook the rice all on our own (and consequently have enough for a small army, but we tried) and celebrate that one time we did an adult thing well(ish).
Being an adult vs being a kid. Post continues below video.
We talk a lot about ‘adulting’ as a bit of a joke, congratulating ourselves for going to the supermarket to get salad ingredients instead of ordering Maccas from Uber Eats, again.
I mean, there are actual ‘adulting schools’ for millennials which is both genius and… highly embarrassing.
Because as it turns out, being an adult isn’t all we hoped it would be as eight-year-olds, wanting to grow up so we could eat ice-cream for dinner and stay up late.