There are so many things you pine for as a young person, dreaming about the glory days of adulthood stretching before you. There are so many little benchmarks that herald the advent of being a grown-up. Although, in reality, some of them stink.
- Remember the first time you had to empty the sink strainer because you were too old to be grossed out by it?
- Or when it was your grown-up self that had to pull all the nasty hair out of the shower drain?
- Buying your first “real” appliance — a cheap blender that broke during the first batch of margaritas.
- Investigating the creepy noises at night, armed with the only weapon readily available–a rolled up Vogue magazine, because there was no one else in the house to do it for you.
- And changing your own flat tire, in the rain, because that’s what grown-ups do.
Just yesterday, I did another grown-up thing. Finally, years later than propriety says is right. But its done and now I have an official, real-deal, legal in all-the-eyes-of-the-court will. Yep, after nearly 19 years of marriage and more than 11 years of parenting, Mister Soandso and I finally had our wills drawn up.
And there is not much that makes a person feel more like a grown-up than deciding what should be done with your estate once you are no longer alive to do with it as you see fit.
The stinkiest part? Thinking about the what-ifs that drafting a will makes you think about.
May my will moulder away in the safe for many, many years needing no revisions or reading until Mister Soandso, myself, and my kids are so stinking old it doesn’t matter much anyway.
ps. if you haven’t had a will done, do it now please. Especially if you have kids. Seriously, you want those decisions to be yours instead of someone else.