... which is a bit of a concern, considering that, given the jokes she posted in response to my ducks post, I think my mother is turning into my father.
I'm not sure what my father is turning into, but then he's always been a trailblazer.
Why am I turning into my mother? Because I'm starting to keep her kind of hours. I seem to remember blogging way back about how I lost my ability to do work in the wee hours during the trauma of studying for comps, and that early morning became my most productive part of the day. Well, that hasn't changed, and in the pressures of everything I need to be on top of, I've been finding there isn't enough time in the day. I've been trying to work evenings, but it doesn't work for me unless my back's really against the wall.
So this week I've been getting to the office for 7am, give or take ten minutes. Ack.
This is my mom's schtick: she's the early riser, no matter where, no matter what the situation, always up before everyone else (except for one memorable occasion I heard about when my parents were sailing in the Thousand Islands, and fellow boaters brought over Goldschlager one night, a liqueur my mom had never experienced ... suffice it to say my father had the anchor up and the boat well under way when mom stirred). Letting her book a flight for me is hazardous, because I can usually be guaranteed to need to be at the airport sometime around 5am. As long as I can remember, mom's been stirring before dawn.
Not that I'm entirely transforming into this early-bird sort of paragon: getting up that early is extremely painful for me. It's a cruel twist: my best and most productive hours are early in the morning, but it takes a herculean effort for me to actually get up. So I guess I'm turning into my mom with baby steps ... though anyone who knows the family will tell you I tend to take after her anyway, in terms of personality and character traits. Though I do seem to be channelling that dreaded father humour these days, and I've certainly inherited dad's taste for fine whiskeys ...
At any rate, I kind of like taking after my mother, if for no other reason than that it puts me on the right side of Oscar Wilde's comments on the subject: "All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his."
Ha.
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The "royal WE" are honoured!!!
You're not turning into your mother, you're turning into a grown up. Trust me, it's painful, and you'll hate it, especially on Saturdays and Sundays when all you want to do is sleep until noon. But you'll get used to it. And after a while, you'll learn that getting up early and going to bed early is a good thing. Except when those darn whipper snappers keep you awake at night with all their racket they call music.
im the biggest in the closet oscar wilde fan (ironic statement entered here) ever and i love that you just quoted him.
back in teh days of drama queendom, i directed his play salome to great success in the sears festival. we had dancing, beheaded baptists, and the most handsome herod i have ever seen.
we beat out the importance of being ernest to go to pembrooke for the semi finals. it was a wilde time.
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