What a great gift to wake up to: my cat vomiting on my blanket and carpet. He’s normally really good about vomiting only on the carpet or a washable rug. This is the first time he’s vomited on my blanket. And I’m not going to lie, it totally ruined my mood.

I had to take about 20-30 minutes out of my morning to clean it. I miss having someone around that would always offer to clean up the messes, even messes caused by my cat. He’d use to clean the vomit, the litterbox, the entire apartment without question, without me asking.

I miss having my house taken care of while I went to work. I miss being able to come home to a clean house and dinner being cooked. I miss only having to worry about work rather than work, cleaning, and cooking.

I don’t want to be an adult.