I am turning into my mother. The jury is still out on how I feel about this turn of events.
I have caught myself humming a tune that my mother used to hum when we were kids. It's a tune that she made up or it's some tune that has no actual words and lo and behold, here I am humming it all these years later.
Likewise, I'm finding zero tolerance for bull and drama. So much like Mama.
I keep opening my mouth to say things to my children and then looking around wondering where she is hiding. Do all women go through this? Because it's both amusing and annoying at the same time.
The other day I told Elizabeth "only people who won't find something to do are bored." along with "there are plenty of things to do if you would just do them." So much mama.
I'm thinking about returning to church. I've been contemplating it for awhile. The church shooting in Charleston made me cry and I just can't understand how anyone can walk into a place of worship and think it's okay to pray with people and then gun them down. I don't know that I will ever fully comprehend something like that.
Next week is going to be taxing for me. I'm just going to take it one day a time.
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