You know those moments,

where you just feel overwhelmed and ALL your issues must be solved at once? Yup. Those lovely moments. I had one this evening. And I did what I always have: I called my mom.

But I'm sure that I'm getting too old to do that. I'm an adult now, not living at home anymore. I'm learning how to be a responsible caregiver and I'm expected to handle 'overwhelming' situations. Shouldn't I just be able to take a deep breath, relax, and sort my thoughts through?

Apparently I can't. After numbering off my outrageous worries, shedding a few tears, and getting a reality-check from my mother, I felt much better. A bit embarrassed, but better.

According to my her, I'm an adult now - surprise, surprise! But at times, or most the time, I certainly don't feel like it.

Often I feel like I'm stuck in the middle of being a teenager and an adult - it's like that annoying time of being a 'tween': stuck between a child and teenager. Can I still read Harry Potter? Should I keep my stuffed bear on my bed? Is eating an entire pie childlike? (I doubt it... just fattening. :) )But how much responsibility should I take on? Should I be living at home? Should I be in an apartment of my own? Should I be looking for a hubby to settle down with? (oh dear, I certainly hope not...)

Regardless of my worries, at the end of the day, I am an adult. So I really need to learn how to behave like one... I just hope there isn't an age-limit to keeping your mom on speed dial. Just in case.

Love, D.