It's happening.... I'm turning into my mother.
I remember calling my mom one afternoon to tell her that I was so upset with myself for "randomly clapping" my hands like she does. For instance, if she is cooking and trying to remember an ingredient and then walks over to get it -clap clap- I think it's just a habit, but the time I found myself doing it, I slapped my own hands.
Well, my latest mom-characteristic is something that I've been trying to ignore, but I can't do it any longer. She can crack open the newspaper and fall asleep within three minutes. We used to tease her and say, "Oh, you're going to 'read' now?? We'll wake you up in a half hour."
"Oh you guys, I'm not tired, I really want to know what's going on in the world," she would say....and then she would be out like a light...zzzzzzz....
Well, the last two nights I've tried to read a book and find myself counting the holes in my eyelids. I never used to do that!? Of course, it doesn't help that I just ate supper and have my little blue buddy (the heating pad) on my back keeping me nice and warm. (I'm so good with justifying any situation.) When in all reality, I'm becoming my mother.
Which, by the way, isn't a bad thing. After all, she is the funny one.