I'm an Adult!?!?!?!?!

Earlier this morning I was discussing my weekend with a coworker and I mentioned that I go grocery shopping once a month. I told her this was because I didn't really have time to go multiple times throughout the week and those stops for 1 or 2 things can be rather expensive. <WHAM!> Insert dramatic noise, because that's when it him me: I am an adult. I have bills, that are paid on time, my own apartment, I am responsible for 2 furry lives and people depend on me.

Here is a short list of how I know I am an adult. Feel free to cry with me over a glass of wine, because adults don't drink wine out of the box.

I fold underwear.
I go grocery shopping with a list containing more than booze and frozen pizza.
I plan things, have a calendar and an address book.
I pack my lunch- eating out is expensive.
I make my bed- sometimes.
I have cats, and they eat often and have a clean litter box.
I know when trash day is and I recycle.
I go to work. The same time everyday.
I have benefits- YAY!
I have a supply of toilet paper and paper towels.
I use real dishes- the solo cups are for "special occassions".

Being an adult isn't a bad thing, just a scary realization.

And now to drive home the point that I am an adult, see the picture below. My mom looks so proud.