It's not as glamorous as I'd imagined.

So how do you measure when you've truly reached adulthood. What's the barometer there? I mean, I thought it would be maybe when I became a mom. Nah. Still wasn't quite feelin' it. Would it be the second child? Perhaps the third? Sorta feelin' it now but not quite there yet, and then came the day we had to repair our sewer line and have the septic tank pumped.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!!! Adulthood! SOLD! To the child-laden sewer-pumping couple right here!!

Man, adulthood is gross. And expensive.