The “Mom-isms”

I bet when you were younger your mom would always throw phrases out at you, that were supposed to describe your personality
If you're anything like me, you probably rolled your eyes a little bit and thought, "yeah, right."
Well, the older I get, the more I realize that everything she said....is pretty much true.

Here's what my mom would constantly say to me...
"You'd be late for your own funeral."
"You'd lose your head if it wasn't attached to your body."
"Your room looks like a tornado hit it."
And the list goes on.....

Anyway, I thought back then that I would probably grow out of these things....turns out, that's not the case.

The time issue- I have always been consistently pushing things until the last minute. In school, I didn't do my homework until the morning it was due, I finished 15-page book reports the night before (and read the book that night too), and if I told someone I'd be there at 5:00, I was there at 5:10.
I always got the job done, I just stressed myself and everyone else out in the meantime.

The losing things issue- I lose everything. I am always running five minutes late in the morning because I can't find a shoe...not a pair of shoes I like, but literally one shoe. I can find the other one. I also lose my keys, I lose important bills, I lose articles of clothing....stuff just seems to go missing.

And finally, the messiness issue- I really, really try on this one, but I'm not quite there yet. As a teen, I can say honestly that my room did look like a tornado hit it. There was stuff everywhere. One could argue that this was because I was doing things at the last minute and throwing stuff about and constantly losing things and searching for them...but I won't. Anyway, I've gotten a little better with age...or it least it appears that way. My desk at work looks okay on the outside...but on the inside there's incident reports and lawsuits and mugshots and tapes everywhere. My house looks okay on the outside, but occasionally I tear up portions of it looking for that darn shoe.

Anyway, the point of all this...is that my mom was right. She was right about pretty much everything. All I can hope for is that as I continue to get older, I will get less busy, frantic and scatterbrained. Let's hope....

My desk.....
Just kidding, it's not my desk...I'm not that bad.

Posted by on 03/18 at 10:16 PM