I’m a Grown Up

I am a grown up.  Yes sir, I am.  I have been for 21 years.  And I may not do what some grown ups do (I hate wine and went to Bill Knapps for my 21st birthday).  But I am still a grown up.

Tomorrow I am going to remind myself of this fact.

I’m going to get wild.  I’m going to get crazy.

I am going to the Library.  And I am NOT going to the kids area.

I am not going to watch any puppet shows.  I will not be helping any little munchkins understand why they have to wait to use the computer with Dora on it because Jimmy Bobby was there first.

Nope.

I am going to browse the adult section.  I am going to look at the Biographies.  I will be scanning the self-help section and I will be immersing myself in crime and mystery novels.

I have a list.

The Alienist by Caleb Carr

Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

America the Beautiful:  Rediscovering What Made This Nation Great

Troubled Minds:  Mental Illness and the Church’s Mission by Amy Simpson and Marshall Shelley

Discovering Your Child’s Learning Style by Mariaemma Willis and Victoria Kindle Hodson

Murder She Wrote:  Blood on the Vine by Jessica Fletcher and Donald Blain

So, in other words, more books than I will possibly be able to read in the next three weeks while also keeping the children alive and well.

But, who cares?  I am going to the grown up part of the Library.