Three Servings of Vegetables a Day

I used to have daydreams of what it would be like when I was finally a "grown up".

At my tender age of say - 14-ish, "grown up" meant living in my very own apartment with no one telling me to do my homework.

Some 20 years later I'm not so sure I want to be a grown up.

Sure, my parents no longer tell me to do my homework. No, no - now complete strangers tell me when to do my work and just how to do it and what I'll wear while doing it and at what speed I shall walk in the hallways and how much lighting I'll have to do my work and when to eat and when to go home. Just for starters.

And on top of that, no one is giving me an allowance for cleaning the bathroom or straightening up my bedroom. And no one praises me for doing the dishes. And no one reminds me to take out the garbage before it starts to smell a little funky.

Plus no one is making sure my alarm is set for the morning. And no one comes into my room and gently shakes me when I sleep through 6 "snoozes".

There's no one picking up the tab at the grocery store for those extravagances like mouthwash ($5.49) and cold medicine ($6.23)

Not to mention - there is absolutely no one making sure I eat my recommended daily allowances of the basic food groups. And since I just hate the store, my cupboards remain full of items with the longest shelf lives.

So until I win the lotto and can hire me a full-time mother on staff, it's up to me clean the toilet, do the dishes, wake up on time for work, remember to get my hair cut on occasion and eat three servings of vegetables a day.

Thank god for V-8.