When I was a kid, being a grown-up seemed like the ultimate. You could stay up as late as you wanted, eat chocolate cake for dinner, never have anyone tell you what to do, and have money all the time to buy whatever you wanted.
Of course, now I have so much to do I can’t get to bed as early as I’d like, I have to tell myself not to eat chocolate cake for dinner, and I now know that the checkbook doesn’t magically make money– it’s actually tied to something. Yes, my paycheck is bigger than my allowance, but after bills and gas and food and the like, not much.
Still, there are a few times when I catch myself going “heck, I’m an adult now! What’s stopping me?”
I noticed this most recently last night when I realized that there were 4 boxes of cereal in the house– Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Corn Pops, Reese’s Peanut Butter Puffs, and a box of Raisin Bran. I noticed this because what I really wanted was a bowl of Lucky Charms. Guess who wasn’t allowed sugary cereals as a kid?
Also, I have been known to have ice cream for dinner, or at least eat desert first. A coworker made fun of me a few months ago as I ate my M&Ms while waiting for my actual lunch to finish in the microwave. Why not? I’m an adult. I knew I wasn’t going to ruin my appetite. Who cares what order things get eaten in?
I also write notes to myself on the palm of my hand– something that made my dad flip out when I was younger. And, when I don’t have to do anything in the morning and I’m not tired? I’ll stay up until I’m sleepy, even if that doesn’t happen until dawn.
I remember an episode of What Not to Wear (I think the British one) where the woman had a closet full of red shoes–something she always wanted and was denied as a child.
So, what indulgences do you allow yourself, as a tribute to your inner child?