So. It happened. I've become my mother.
- We sound the same. People get us mixed up on the phone all the time. Mike mistook me for my mom on the phone once. And even I couldn't tell a difference one time! I heard a message I left on their answering machine and thought, "why did my mom leave herself a message and call herself mom?"
- I keep things I have no use for and I can't explain why. (It doesn't mater that I haven't worn my leopard print shoes that are too big in 3 years! I can't give them up!) However, it is broken and I can't fix it, I throw it out.
- I used to leave coffee mugs in the microwave. Though once I got a really needy microwave that freaks out if you don't come back to get your stuff, I stopped doing that particular thing. But still, classic (my) mom move.
- I worry
- I can't eat something I cook without commenting on it. I made this too salty, there's not enough flavor, maybe next time I should add, last time it was....ect.
- I listen to NPR all the time in the car now. As a kid I would have killed to listen to music in the car, but now I actively listen to it. I even gave them money this year like a grown up.
- I search for cool things to watch on PBS. I am not however, a slave to my tv like she is and know how to use my dvr.
And then, finally the piece-de-resistance, the one that made it official:
- I actively search for a shady spot in the parking lot
And this is all for right now. Just wait until I become a mom!
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