I ask myself this same question. Every day. Multiple times.

I’m a 37 year old girl married to a 33 year old boy. We have no children, just a rescue dog, because that’s about all the responsibility we want to be accountable for when it comes to another living thing’s life. We treat her like a queen.

My husband works a real job, makes a pretty penny, and plays x-box most nights like someone is going to kidnap it and hold it hostage for a ransom he could never afford.

I work a real job in the corporate world, take home somewhat decent coin, and am having a torrid affair with Netflix every night. There’s just so much to watch!!!

I drink, I smoke, and I sleep so much on the weekends my husband has to check on me every once in awhile to make sure I haven’t slipped into a coma (assuming of course we don’t have plans that require me to be conscious. Or a grown up).

We do what we want, when we want, how we want because we have no children. We are married thirty-somethings who look like adults, act like adults when needed, but yes, secretly, we’ll always be kids. We don’t have to grow up and be real adults. We pay our taxes, own our cars, pay for the roof over our heads. But food shopping?? Ha! Laundry?? Only when someone runs out of underwear.

And I couldn’t be happier about it.