Monday, May 11, 2020

List: Ten ways that I have turned into my mother.

It may be a day late, but R&W is behind at everything at the moment.
My apologies.  We are still mourning our trip here & never adjusted my scheduled posts.
I wanted to wish all the Mommies, Aunts, Grandmommies, and Daddies that fill the role a..
H a p p y  be-lated  M o t h e r ' s  D a y  !
I hope that you were sprinkled with a little extra love and appreciation yesterday.
It's well deserved.  You are fabulous.  We all know that a mother's job never ends and is certainly not easy.

While on the topic of mothers, my mother's birthday is on the 20th.
This is the perfect time to do to a tribute to Madre.  
..because Lord knows she'll have a comment or two regarding the belated celebration..
As much as I hate to admit it, I'm becoming more and more like my mother.
Admitting this may be the only way to get out of the dog house for scheduling a vacation during Mother's Day!

happy mother's day; mother's day tribute; mother's birthday tribute

Ten ways that I have turned into my mother.

1.  I hoard food for an undetermined "later" that never comes.
Growing up we always had a fully stocked cabinet that was dedicated to snacks.
This is where Madre kept all the good stuff.  The catch was, we weren't allowed to eat it.
Every time we would ask she would redirect us to another snack and say those were for "later".
Well, later never came and the stuff would go bad.  I now do that very same thing that I hated as a child!
Either I like the comfort of having the food for an emergency or I'm just going crazy.  It's up for debate.

2.  I get really upset when people touch my show towels.
There are two types of towels.  The ones that are meant to be used and the ones meant to be looked at.
If you see if a towel draped next to the sink, this is they key to know it's meant for use.
If you see obviously unused towels hanging on display, these are meant to look at only.

3.  Fingerprints on glass makes me want to scream obscenities.
If you are over the age of 3, then there is zero excuse for touching glass with your greasy fingertips.
I never understood this.  Do people just want to know what the glass feels like?  WHY touch?!

4.  Kids jumping on my furniture will get lectured.
I'm completely appalled at the number of kiddies that storm into my house and jump on the furniture.
I'm not sure what their house rules are, but in my house we treat our furniture with respect.

5.  I sometimes request a lobotomy in jest.
Madre's sayings used to get her some strange looks, but one in particular stayed in my brain.
She would walk around the house saying "Lord, please, I need a lobotomy."
At the time I would roll my eyes and remind my mother how incredibly strange she is.
Then it happened.  My family brought me to the point where I thought I'd have a breakdown.
Instead of suffering a nervous breakdown, I said it.  I asked for a lobotomy.
...then I walked away begging for forgiveness.  For shame, Jax...

6.  Cooking a meal makes me lose my appetite.
I remember when Madre would spend hours slaving over the stove to make us a meal.
We would then sit down to eat dinner as a family, and Madre would hardly have two spoonfuls.
This used to leave me confused, but now I suffer from the same imaginary illness.

7.  I will refold clothes that were folded by someone else.
No one will help me with folding the laundry, because I'm guaranteed to redo it.
I have a folding system that is physically impossible to mimic.  It's my burden that you can't relieve for me.

8.  I have this obsessive need to plan my days.
Every Sunday, I'll turn to my hubby and say "What's the plan for this week?"
That plan could blow up and that's totally OK, but not having one will leave me anxious all week.
I'll lay in bed at night frantically trying to put a makeshift "plan" together.  He humors me & that's love.

9.  I have pretended not to understand a language to eavesdrop.
When Madre was first dating The Viking, she pretended not to understand Sicilian.
She wanted the family to speak openly in front of her so that she would know their true feelings.
Flash forward to when I pretended to not speak Spanish so that my hubby would speak openly.
I pulled it off for about 6 months too until my brother sold me out at a block party!

10.  I name my plants and speak to them.
Growing up, we'd all make fun of Madre for naming her plants and speaking to them like people.
Yet, here we are in a world where all my plants have names and they are my best friends.
They know all of my deepest, darkest, juiciest secrets and they never repeat them.
Flashback to a big meeting where I had to say a speech.  Who helped me practice?  My bamboo plant..

Have you ever unintentionally mimicked your parents?


  1. It is very true that you lose appetite in the process of cooking the meal. For me, that especially goes for fried food, the stench of frying oil just makes me lose appetite, I'd really really really really really love to have a private cook!

    1. I'm glad that I'm not the only one. It's so frustrating to spend so much time making a meal only to not even want to eat it later! Can we share a private cook? We'll split it 50/50. :)

  2. I can relate to 3,4,7, and 8. I'm more like my Dad, so it's hard to think of anything. I guess my mom and I both complain a lot about people who can't do their jobs and people/companies that try to rip us off.

    1. It looks like we're both a little OCD, which I think is a good thing. :) There's nothing worse than someone who doesn't do their job!

  3. Point number 7 makes me curious about how you fold the clothes.
    I want to try it to follow your way so that I have artistic creativity in how to fold different clothes.

    Have a great day, Jax :)

    1. I make them into nice, even rectangles. If isn't a rectangle, it doesn't belong in my drawer. You too!

  4. lmao I think the debate is long gone. You are crazy. But that's not a bad thing. Well at least he gets out of folding clothes.

    What's the good of food if you never eat it? American Waster!!! Bad Planet Person!!! What? lol

    So you can plan and then when the plan goes off planning you're still fine? Wouldn't that negate the need for a plan? Or does a new plan come to be if the whole plan gets screwed up?

    1. This is true.. he washes and I fold. American Waster? Eh tu?? I buy the food to eat it but feel the need to save it for "later" just in case. Especially if it's something I really like.. I'll save it for "later" because I don't want to use it all. Idk, it's hard to explain. LOL If my plan blows up then we make a new plan. But there must always be a plan. You know this!

  5. I can't imagine if the plant was leaking your secrets to other people, an interesting post I really like.....

    have a nice day jax.....

    1. Me either.. let's hope they keep their lips, um, leaves sealed. :)

  6. Love this post, Jax. And cooking a meal makes me lose my appetite, too. That's because my cooking makes dogs bark for all the wrong reasons. You know what I mean?

    Hope you had a great day, and thank you for stopping by to say.... hi!


  7. The laundry thing... YES! I was deathly sick last summer. Like so sick that I didn't know my husband stayed home from work, made me a dr. appointment, then carried me into the office. I was in and out of it for like a week, so him and my daughter decided they would do the laundry to help me out. This is something they have never done before, so it was a crash course for them. I woke up at 3am, opened our linen closet and noticed the badly folded towels. So, on my deathbed, I stool there and refolded every single one of them. There was no way I was going to fall back asleep knowing that mess was lurking behind the closed door in my hallway LOL


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