regressing…

So I'm having one of those weeks (I know, it's only Wednesday) where I am really not wanting to be a grown-up. You know the type. Too much responsibility, bills to pay, errands to run. Issues to handle, laundry to fold, dinners to come up with. I keep thinking back to when I was a kid, and all I had to do was sit on the couch (usually in front of the TV, it was the 70′s) and wait to be told it was time to come eat dinner, or go to sleep, or get up. Why did I not appreciate that more? And...