only help my unbelief


What it means to be grown up
March 29, 2008, 4:28 pm
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This morning, I think I was faced with the incredible reality that I’m growing up.

How, you may ask, did I come to this realization?

It wasn’t because I can drink alcohol. I’ve been able to do that for over a year.

It wasn’t because I now have to pay my own bills. I’ve been doing that since I got to college.

And it wasn’t because I have to make hard decisions. I feel like daily I have to make tough choices.

No, it was much more mundane than that.

For the first time in my life, I cleaned out the microwave.

I’ve lived in an apartment with a microwave for almost three years, and I never cleaned any of them out. In fact, I’m not sure the microwave we have in our apartment now has ever been cleaned out.

I got the idea when I was wiping out the bottom tray of the fridge – something, admittedly, I’ve only done a few times, but I have done it before.

I remembered how disgusting the microwave was and recalled a blog post from a mom of five kids who said if you put a bowl of water in the microwave for a few minutes before you clean it, it loosens up all the stuff in there. I tried it, and – voila! It worked!

I have to give you some background here, so you’ll know what a big deal it was. My least favorite job in all household chores is washing dishes. I’m sure I’m not the only one who would claim that, but my reason for it is probably fairly unique.

I cannot abide what I call “food particles” on my hands.

When I was a kid, I never finger-painted because I didn’t like getting anything on my hands. Now, paint doesn’t bother me so much, but food – blech.

Thus, to me, cleaning out the microwave was like drowning myself in crusty, old food particles.

But I did it, because it needed to be done. Even though I didn’t enjoy doing it at all. And I think that means I’m growing up. Finally.

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