One for the Rents

Friday, February 10, 2012

I had a horrific revelation today.  I know it's something most people experience at some point in their lives but I really think I'm too young for this -  I'm becoming my parents.

After yelling at myself for not rinsing my oatmeal bowl out right away (That stuff cakes right on!) and then walking into my living room to see TWO lights left on (ehm, Kathryn) and then getting to the sink to see a tuna can not washed out (really not pointing any fingers) it hit me.  Like the moment in a movie before someone is about to die all these images start flashing before their eyes.

"Money doesn't grow on trees!"

"What, do we live in a barn?"

"Your room isn't going to clean itself!"

"Where's my kitchen towel?!"

I've actually bragged to my friends that I've so far made it through a winter with out having to turn my heat on.  Dad, you should be proud.

I've lived on my own long enough to know that I've been doing these things for a while, but it has only been recently that I realized how much I sound like my parents.  Maybe it's because my roommate has started calling me Mom when these things come out of me... who knows.  Either way it is pretty terrifying.

1 comment:

  1. You know what else parents don't like? Being woken up at 3:30 a.m. :D