Why Traveling With My Mom Turns Me Back Into A Teenager
I love my mom very much. But, no wonder I smoked cigarettes as a teenager.
Moms have this way of cutting you down in the most friendliest of ways to make sure you know who is the one in control. I can't even start to list all the little statements that seemed to just get under my skin, so I will give you the first couple examples.
Picture this: I have already succumbed to changing my checked bag into a carry-on bag based on the soft suggestion from my mom 11:30 the night before we are leaving to go visit my brother and his family in Colorado. I get up about 3:45 after sleeping 4 hours with one eye open scared I might oversleep. It is 5:30 AM, we have made it through security and are sitting at the Starbucks at LAX in the United Terminal. I get two coffees, one diluted down so it is somewhat tolerable to drink for my mom and a bran muffin to share.
"Bran muffin?" with a 'are you kidding?' smirk she says. "That's a lot of fiber."
I smile. "Yeah."
"So, How is work honey? Does your boss like you?" She says.
I answer with a happy, "Work is good. A little stressful right now. Yes, my boss likes me, we have a great professional relationship."
She replies, " Well, you're so pretty too. It must be just easy to work with you."
Moms have this way of cutting you down in the most friendliest of ways to make sure you know who is the one in control. I can't even start to list all the little statements that seemed to just get under my skin, so I will give you the first couple examples.
Picture this: I have already succumbed to changing my checked bag into a carry-on bag based on the soft suggestion from my mom 11:30 the night before we are leaving to go visit my brother and his family in Colorado. I get up about 3:45 after sleeping 4 hours with one eye open scared I might oversleep. It is 5:30 AM, we have made it through security and are sitting at the Starbucks at LAX in the United Terminal. I get two coffees, one diluted down so it is somewhat tolerable to drink for my mom and a bran muffin to share.
"Bran muffin?" with a 'are you kidding?' smirk she says. "That's a lot of fiber."
I smile. "Yeah."
"So, How is work honey? Does your boss like you?" She says.
I answer with a happy, "Work is good. A little stressful right now. Yes, my boss likes me, we have a great professional relationship."
She replies, " Well, you're so pretty too. It must be just easy to work with you."
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