I don’t want to be an adult today, just the thought of everything I have to do sometimes leaves me wanting to regress to an uncooperative 5-year-old refusing to eat their veggies. As I’m writing here, I have my sturdy monster slippers on and drinking out of a Tinker-bell coffee mug avoiding all the paperwork my Spark’s unit has me doing as well as my monthly departmental paperwork that has…