The verdict is in and after much deliberation it has been proven without a reasonable doubt that I am immature. Now don’t all rush to make your comments yet. I’m sure many of you will be able to confirm this statement with staggering quickness. Loving Superman, reading comics, and playing video games aren’t the smoking guns here. I think I may have a little bit of the Peter Pan syndrome. I run and hide from everyday responsibility like it wants my lunch money. Everyday I am reminded that I am not ready for a kid yet. I guess because I am too selfish. I still want time to play…..everyday. Couple that with a horrible case of procrastination and what do you get? A poor wife who has to remember everything. I’m not really sure why I am posting this other than the fact that I’ve had it on my mind for a while. I know that there are things in life that you just can’t avoid. I just don’t want to become one of those people that all they do from the time they wake up in the morning to the time they go to bed is work and by work I mean work 9-5 and then go home and by the time they make dinner clean up and do things around the house it’s time to go to bed and do it all over again. That’s when you wake up one day and you’re 50 and you are wondering what happen to your 30’s. So where is the balance? Where does everything fit? Maybe some of you 30 somethings can give me some advice on how to ease into responsibility without the kicking and screaming?