does this mean I'm an adult?

It was my birthday yesterday and I turned 32. And, here are the problems I've suddenly run into with aging:

1. I forgot it was my birthday until about 10am I came downstairs and saw the card from my sister sitting on the dining room table.
2. My day was filled with diapers, laundry and driving.
3. It took me five minutes to realise that Mr.Q had incorrectly said I was 33. I mean, hey, it sounded about right.
   
4. Mr.Q baked me a cake. Not necessarily because it was my birthday: he wanted to bake something to help clear the kitchen of the smell from the seafood we had for dinner.
5. I got a phone call from the vet informing me that my dog appears to have the beginnings of kidney failure.

Now, yes I got presents. Yes, they rock. Yes, Mr.Q did make me a seafood dinner and a cake. Yes, I have babyQ who requires diaper changes, laundry and chauffeuring and, yes, I have a dog to coddle and take to the vet. And, for all that I am most grateful.

And, apparently, responsible. How adult is that?