Shades of the mother…

That is what my father and grandfather always say to my mother when she does something that is characteristic of my grandmother.  Actually…they sing it. 

My grandmother was awesome and smart and funny…but sometimes she did really dippy things.  Sometimes she would come out of a store and go to get into someone else’s car instead of my grandfather’s.  She would also repeat the same stories to you over and over…which is a trait my mother and I both share.  We all got a good laugh at my grandmother’s expense a time to two…but she would always be the one laughing the loudest.  Nobody got a kick out of her ditzy-ness like she did. 

Over the years, my mother has become a little dippy herself.  (She’s reading this right now, saying “I am not”, but she is.)  She has a sign in her kitchen that says “Mirror, mirror on the wall, I am my mother after all.”  Truer words have never been spoken.  It’s an oft-referenced sign.  I’ve watched her become more and more like my grandmother over the years, so I knew it was just a matter of time before I turned into them too.

Well…this morning it happened.

I was running really late when I got downstairs this morning.  I grabbed my purse and a grocery bag of snacks for the office that I bought last night.  On my way through the kitchen I noticed a very full bag of garbage, so I grabbed that, too.  Out on the deck I found another bag that J must have put out there last night and I picked that up also.  There I was…walking down the deck stairs with two grocery bags full of garbage, my bag of snacks, my purse, my sweater, my keys and my phone in my hands.  I was late and rushing and stopped quickly by the garbage pail to dump the bags.  It was tricky…dumping the bags of garbage while holding onto the keys and phone and sweater.  (Recently, I’ve dropped my keys into the garbage pail twice and had to retrieve them from the gross-ness.)  I managed to get the bags into the pail while holding the rest and I put the top back down and ran down the hill to the bus.

I made it just in time.  I was walking up the bus stairs when I felt like I was missing something.  I looked down and checked my stuff.  Something was missing…

The grocery bag full of snacks was now in the garbage pail.  Fabulous. 

I texted my mother and she got a good laugh.  She said I should be happy I didn’t end up throwing out the bag of snacks and keeping the garbage.  Then she laughed some more. 

It was pretty funny.  My grandmother would have loved it.

Comments

  1. Hahahaha ohhhh I do things like that all the time. I refuse to believe that it has anything to do with me getting older, although it probably does.

    I’m only 32 for chrissake. How bad it is going to be when I’m 50?

    I’m assuming you never got your snacks back.

    • I’m pretty sure they are going to be staying in there. Our outdoor garbage is nasty. I wouldn’t eat anything that fell in there. It’s bad enough that when the keys fell in I dipped them in bleach after.

  2. When I was younger, my Mom and I were like peas in a pod and I emulated her every move. Now that I am older I try very hard to keep some of those things at bay.
    Things like sitting down with a box of cereal and a carton of milk – that way when you’re eating your cereal and you have a little bit of milk left, you can add some more cereal, and if you have a little cereal left you can add some more milk… until you are left with an empty box of cereal and a lactose coma.

  3. It’s funny how we start to take on the traits of our mothers’. It can be quite distressing at times!

  4. Oh the only thing worse then turning into your mother is loosing your snacks!

    Stopping by from SITS!

  5. lol – glad you laughed it off instead of letting it ruin your day :)

  6. Wow. I could definitely do something like that. I am glad you didn’t not take trash with you to work though.

  7. I was pretty sure I knew where this was going when you picked up the second bag. I KNEW where it was going when you picked up the third. And I only know that because, bless it, I’ve done it, too!! Except I did it with mail. That I shred. Except I shredded a check. A very large check.

    Anyway, I agree with your mother, it would have been much worse to have dumped the snacks and kept the garbage. So, maybe you haven’t quite entered your grandmother’s league just yet. But you are kind of on your way. And I say that with the most love possible. 😉

    PS I didn’t realize how physically like my mother I was becoming until I saw a picture of us the other day…both in profile, both concentrating something fierce. It was scary. I’m only lacking one more chin….

  8. Isn’t it scary when that happens?! I swear, I told myself I would never let that happen to me, and lo and behold… I find myself saying something and immediately cupping my hand to my mouth. THAT WAS MY MOM, NOT ME!!!

    ANYHOO, I can totally see myself doing this, too. At least it was only the snacks you threw out :)

  9. To answer Salt’s question “how bad does it get when you’re 50…”

    I’ll tell ya, you look in the mirror and see your mother looking back.

    I can hear your shrieks from over here…

  10. I have actually tried to get into other vehicles, besides my own. This actually happened as recently as a couple of months ago. I left our grocery store and walked over, got into my Explorer and almost had a heart attack when I realized it wasn’t mine. I jumped out and was like ‘OMG, I’m so sorry…I’m sorry…blah, OMG, blah blah, even though there wasn’t anyone around.
    Geeesh. You don’t have senior moments when you’re in your 40’s, right?

    I’d have been tempted to be late to work, to go back for my snacks. Even though it was too late for the 5 second rule.

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