I have too much time on my hands

Right now the wind is blowing so hard that the fireplace is making horror movie sounds.

I'm serious.

Am I the only one who feels this way?  Like at my age, 45, I should definitely feel more like a grown up more of the time, right?  And less like I'm wearing a costume of a grown up?

Why is it that every now and then I feel like an imposter?  Like I'm not the grown up in this house at all?  Who am I kidding?

Alright - tiny bitch session over.  Time to put on my "it's just the wind" face and get the kids.

Great - I just heard a thump from upstairs.  I am so outta here.

:)