oh noooooooooo!

It started out innocently enough. I started to love wine. Then, occasionally while watching the news, I'd start talking back to the TV. Next, one of the girls would have something on her face, I'd lick my finger and wipe it off. Then, when E became potty trained, I started ensconcing public toilets in layers upon layers of toilet paper prior to her using them so that she wouldn't come in contact with the seat. But the final straw was this morning as I frantically ran around cleaning my house in anticipation of the cleaning lady coming.

I'm becoming my mother!

I'm just joking...since becoming a mother, I've looked back on how my parents raised me with a sort of amazement that they did it with what seemed to be such ease and grace. I would love to be half the mother she was to me. And if you know or have heard stories about my mom, you know that she's much cooler than I ever will be.

But still, if I start telling really boring stories about Baton Rouge or getting in political arguments with anyone and everyone, you'll know the transformation of me into my mother will be complete.