Eventually

Eventually, we all turn into our mother, or father, as the case may be for some.

Not that this is necessarily a bad thing. My mother is a hard-working, intelligent woman who had a full time job and raised two daughters. She invested wisely, has a beautiful house and travels around the world. We could all hope for that.

It’s the little things that I’m referring to. When I was young, whenever one of us made the critical error of announcing we were bored, her first response was always “go clean your room.” And we needed to, but we’d never learn from that, and still insisted on saying we were bored.

Last week David had a kindey infection and was off work, and called me up to say he was bored. My response? “Go clean your guns.”

Yes, I have turned into my mother.