Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up

OMG. I. Am. So. Freaking. Tired.

Last week was my first week of work at my big girl full time salary job and believe me full time means FULL [where the heck do all the hours in the day go] time.

My month of unemployment spoiled the crap out of me. At work you can't lay out and tan by the pool after you eat lunch, you can't go to the 4 o clock spin class at the gym and you can't even think about drinking that morning mimosa and afternoon margarita (not that I ever did that...but I could have!)

I don't even want to see my friends on weeknights anymore and all those texts I get after I go to bed at uhhh 9 I respond to when I wake up at dark thirty in the morning.

You know what? I love it. Sure it is going to take some time to get used to and get back on a schedule where I am not thinking about sleep all the time, but I'm glad to finally have something exciting to get out of bed for during the week. I also know for a fact I'm going to be loving every other Friday (payday). Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up but I wouldn't trade it for anything :-)