There are a lot of hard things about adulting. You have to do your own laundry for one, you can no longer drop those jeans on the floor only for them to magically appear in the wardrobe a few days later, clean and ironed. The basics are always in the cupboard/fridge/freezer, so you can always grab a snack. The kitchen bin is gone when it is full. Counters are cleared every night by some sort of cleaning fairy.
The hardest thing by far though is dinner. Specifically thinking about what you are going to have for dinner. This is multiplied by thousands if you have a family because you get to decide for everyone. this is not as simple as cooking one meal and they all eat it. Oh no, you have to base your decision around the fact that the husband doesn’t like fried food, your son won’t eat anything green, not even a hint of parsley, and your daughter basically only eats beige food. This usually results in different meals for people where you eat one of those meals, sacrificing what you would really love to have. Once you have decided you then have to shop for, prep and cook and often do the cleaning up.
Choosing the meal is endless. It has to be done Every, Single. Day for the rest of your adult life.
it is fucking shite.