you know you're an adult when...

i've blogged this before... but i never quit thinking about it. seems like everyday presents more more more adult-ness... but every time i get a little more "adult"... BAM! i learn i'm not really there... because there's way harder things to do.

i thought i was pretty grown up when i got a costco card. kids don't care about that. they just want a ride in the big cart and snack on the free samples.

or when i tried to beat the clock on december 31 to maximize my insurance benefits. kids especially don't care about that. kids avoid doctor stuff altogether if they can help it.

or when i ran out to the store the other night for an emergency shopping trip of laundry detergent and ziploc bags. even when you're "an adult", you're not really an adult if your mom does your laundry. and if your mom does your laundry, you don't consider how awesome it is to take into account a $17 bottle of laundry detergent when deciding how to spend your disposable income.

oh, and the time i bought my own life insurance policy. yeah, that definitely secured my spot in the adult hall of fame.

but especially now... the weeks prior to april 15... when documents with dollar signs keep showing up in my mailbox. somehow, i'm supposed to make sense of itemized deductions, adjusted gross income, mortgage interest and taxable income, yada.

i think you're an adult when you, either, {a} don't get to file a 1040ez form anymore, or {b} have to hire someone to do your taxes.