Today after I woke up and showered I grabbed the early bus to work and after I got off I walked into Lili’s Pattiserie just up the street from the shop to grab a turkey and Swiss croissant for breakfast. My point here is: I never, ever do that. Waking up early? Practicing a routine? Who the hell am I, my mother?
Not that I wouldn’t want to be my mother. Well, I mean, I wouldn’t want to be my mother. But I wouldn’t mind bearing a strong resemblence in temperment and since I do it’s just as well that I don’t mind.
Anyway, it was sort of pleasing to take the uncrowded bus and the leisurely walk and eat the delicious pastry. I mean, I didn’t woop and holler or skip but it felt productive and fun. I vacuumed the shop when I got in, I put away the yarns from last night, prepped for our sale today. (Yay Mother’s Day!)
Is this what it feels like to be a grown up? It’s not half bad – except for the going to bed early.
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Bobbie // May 9, 2009 at 8:22 pm |
LOL; sooner or later, we all turn into our mothers! I bet she’s a wonderful gal; just look at what a great job she did with you! BTW, happy birthday! I’m sorry I won’t be able to make the party, but I’ll drink a toast especially for you!
Duffy // May 9, 2009 at 10:32 pm |
I think of myself as living the life that my mom would have lived if she hadn’t chosen to get married and have kids. We were alike in many ways.
Happy birthday my friend!