There was a time in my life when I said I wanted to be nothing like her. And now I spend most of my days trying to be half the woman she is.
These are few things I've said, thought or done that remind me slowly but surely, I'm becoming my mother.
Why are there 4 boxes of cereal open? And don't let there be more than 2 kinds of juice open in the fridge.
The other day I was out walking with The Boy and he asked for ice cream from the ice cream truck and I said, We have ice cream at home. Neopolitan to be exact. It was the only flavor my mother would buy. I used to hate it. And when I bought it the other day, I cursed myself at the check out counter when I made the connection.
Speaking of check out counters...If I realize something is not on sale as the cashier is ringing it up, I decide I don't want it.
When out shopping, I find myself looking at labels. If I see dry clean only - I immediately put back on rack. I have to really really really love something to buy something that is dry clean only.
That's not the way I do it.
I walk around the apartment turning off lights and appliances like a mad woman. What do these people think, I'm sleeping with the Con Ed man?
I reuse paper towels whenever possible (and also zip locks). And don't throw away that (paper/plastic) bag, that's a good bag.
Dios Mio, ¡Ayúdame! or ¡Qué jodienda coño! I don't even speak Spanish but if you heard me say either of these phrases, you'd swear it was my first language.
Because I said so, that's why.
And these are some of the things I don't do, that make me realize, I haven't become my mother just yet:
- make my own sofrito
- cook 3 meals a day and make dinner large enough for leftovers
- clip coupons and use them
- move my stove and refrigerator twice a year for a good cleaning