Adulthood: It Can Happen To You

Well, it happened. I realized last weekend at brunch, between my third and fourth mimosas, that it finally happened. .....I'm a real adult now.
Gross. 
Has the Adult bug bitten you, too? Here's how to find out:
You go to brunch... and you enjoy it. Bottomless mimosas are just a perk, right?
You stay home... while your parents go out. Last Easter, Garrett and I went to the beach with my parents and my brother. When Saturday night rolled around, my brother went out with his friends, my parents went out with their friends (true story: they ended up at the same club. but that's a different post for a different day) and Garrett and I stayed home and drank beer on our balcony.  (You get bonus Adulthood points if you've been the DD for your parents at least once)
You're required to bring foodthings to family functions. The first time my aunt texted me and asked what I was bringing to Thanksgiving  I said "I dunno, ask mom" and she goes "Your mom is bringing ___ and ___, so we need you to bring ______" Wait, what? Me? Go shopping in advance and plan a meal for a group of people? Uhhhhhhh.
You've signed important hospital paperwork at least once. When my mom was having one of her surgeries in 2011, my dad and I were sitting in the waiting room when a nurse came out and handed us discharge paperwork to sign. One of the bullets said "The patient will be released into the care of a responsible adult." Uhhhhh, what? Sorry, none of those around here.

Baby bro saves the day (again)! 
You've been the chaperone. Wait, you're putting your thirteen year olds in my care? Really? Have you met me? I laugh at the same things your thirteen year old does. 
You know that sometimes, you just have to bite your tongue. I hate to tell you guys this, but I'm a loudmouth. I have a REALLY hard time keeping my mouth shut. But I KNOW that part of being an adult is biting your tongue and just letting it slide. It sucks (boy, does it suck) but it's what you gotta do.
You enjoy having a clean house. You know you like having a clean house. You can say you don't, but you and I both know that you're lying.
You've been to a baby shower... for a baby that was planned. I will not even get into the identity  crisis that I had the first time I bought a shower gift for a good friend who was having a baby that was very much wanted and planned. It was insane. (And happy and all that.) I've had a hard time switching from "oh my God, what are you going to do?!" to "oh my God, CONGRATULATIONS!!" It's weird, man. Too weird.
You find yourself relating to this gif more than ever before:

And probably this one, too:

If you find yourself nodding along to these points, I hate to break it to you... but you might just be an Adult. Consult your doctor for further information.
But it's okay! Because adults get to drink beer and eat cereal in their underwear at 2pm and stay up as late as they want. It's actually a pretty sweet gig. 
Check back next week for the sequel "How I know I am not even CLOSE to being an adult."