I don't wanna grow up...

Growing up sucks. Like major major big time. I thought it would be a good idea to get a puppy (and it was). However, I managed to pick the sickly puppy. Now I'm getting to deal with all the joys of puppy-hood. Late night trips to the Emergency Vet, ridiculous vet costs, shots, eating/drinking issues, separation anxiety, housetraining, cratetraining...I could go on. This puppy (within 8 days of owning her) has developed Kennel Cough and managed to obtain some nasty internal parasite. I think she is slowly getting better, but she was one sick puppy.

This whole dilemma has made me realize how much growing up really sucks a big one. Would I be this stressed out about a puppy if I still lived with my parents? NO. Would I be second guessing my decision to get her if I still lived with my parents? NO. Plus I reallyreallyreallyreally miss my parents. Even though I see them twice a week (sometimes more), its not the same as living with them. I miss watching TV with them at night. I miss conversing about our days over the peanut butter jar. Sometimes I really would like to rewind my life back to a much simpler time. Say Kindergarten?