A post about my mother.

I realized the other night that I am becoming more and more like my mother. The past couple of weeks have been LONG so my shoulders and back are getting really sore from hovering over a computer at both work and school. I probably average 10 hours a day in front of a computer. Sad, I know. This little dilemma has brought forth the Bed Buddy. A rice filled sack that you warm up in the microwave which stays hot for an hour or so. Put that puppy in the microwave for 3.30 and rest it under your shoulders (or lower back, because I am a granny and sore all over!) -- instant knock out. My mom has been doing this EVERY night for the past 15 years or something. Mom, you are on to something.  Never has 5 hours of sleep felt so restful.

I have been getting coffee almost everyday. Boyfriend don't kill me when you read this. There is a little coffee stand that is on my way to school and has way better coffee than that Starbucks crap and is also like 30% cheaper. And you know, I'm just soooo tired in the morning and my days are soooo long and I'm usually running late so its not like I can start the day with nothing, right?  Maybe I'm dramatic but its my guilty pleasure. My mom has also been doing this since I can even remember.  She is so close with her baristas that I get text message pictures of funny happenings at the cart, she has attended weddings for her barista friends -- she's a dedicated coffee lady. Mom, you are also onto something here, but this shit adds up! I'm going to have to slow down on that one until I have a 'real job' like you. Plus it's a little embarassing when you start a punch card on Saturday and only need 3 more punches to finish it on Wednesday.  Oof.

My mother also cries. About anything and everything. Commericals make her cry. Live performers make her cry. (And let me tell you, she will try to get anyone to sing to her. If you are a singer, be warned.) When us kids are home and all run to Taco Bell at 12am because we are lazy and all love crunchwraps, she considers this a 'bonding moment' and tears up. When Mr. Rogers died, she cried with me. When I graduated from college, she was a mess.  BUT I AM SO MUCH WORSE.  If I hear a beautiful classical piece, I can cry so hard that it hurts. Looking at the humane society website makes me weep a very sad, pathetic cry. Seeing my boyfriend play in his band makes me get teary eyed (but I never let it show because he usually plays at places where I would totally look like a baby if I was that in touch with my feelings. Whatever! I'm hardcore!). When he plays his violin, I blubber. I cried so hard when Dumbledore died that he thought I was crazy. Mom, you have made me a total snivelling mess!  But that's ok, because not so secretly, I think it means we care a lot about people and that's always a good thing.

Love you Gretch-Ellen.

Comments

[Mom]

Wow. That was really nice! I read it and smiled and guess what? Yes, you got it......I'm crying. Sorry you inherited my crying gene, but as you said I think it means that we are caring people and not cold hearted. I love you a ton.

[Susan]

You guys are awesome