P was here this weekend and I found myself doing something I’ve been trying to hold off. I’m turning into my Mother.
My mother’s a great lady. To say she’s colourful’s an understatement. Always dressed in colour preferably from her autumn winter colours and is hardly every quiet. I’ve noticed there are something subconsciously I think are just family traits I do. I can be a ball of energy like my Mum that some people find uncomfortable. Or I can be the complete opposite and grumpy like my Dad. I’m making efforts not be grumpy. Reflecting on actions and changing them later in similar situations.
I’m mostly mute at home, only speaking to the cats. When P’s here, I’m almost non stop talking to the point I have to tell myself to shut up. That’s only part Continue reading “Like Mother, Like Daughter and Weekend Catch Up”
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