Erin and I have always tossed around the notion of adulthood. When does one actually become a grownup? Is it when you get a full time job? A mortgage? Marriage? None of these life-changing events were truly life-changing. Life went on like normal, and we could never find a line of demarkation where all of a sudden we felt like we were adults. So now we have children. Surely that should mean that we have grown up.
But then I look at my life. We now live in the playroom above the garage of my parents' house. I am unemployed. And I find that I spend half the day on the couch in my pajamas. To be fair, you could probably attribute these to my having to raise three babies at once, but still, we're waiting to feel like we are grownups.