Many of us have blurted out various things to our children that we swore we'd never say. Often those sayings are the ones that we heard our parents say growing up.
"Don't make me pull this car over!" comes to mind. This was most often said by my dad, who, by the way, only ever had to pull the car over once in all our childhood. I must have blocked the rest of the memory because I have no recollection of what happened after that. I am sure it was for the benefit of my younger brother - a-hem - because I was the
And then there are those things that we heard our parents say that just live on
Every time (yes, every time) I vacuum, I hear my mom's voice say, "One pass isn't enough. Make it three or four." Sometimes she would
When I first got married and had my own floors to vacuum, I would defiantly make two quick passes and mentally smirk at that voice in my head. I'd feel guilty, but I refused to make three passes. (Does this make me certifiable? Never mind, don't answer that please. I'm having a good day today. Let's not ruin it, m'kay?) I usually ended up having to vacuum more often, but dadgumit, two passes was my limit.
I've given in to that voice in my head. I can't say for sure when it happened initially, but I make three, often four passes. And if I vacuum fewer than twice in a week, it kills me.
Lately, the two youngest have been interested in "helping" me vacuum. And guess how often I have to bite my tongue to not say, "Three passes! Make three passes!"
I've so become my mother.