Thankful for the memories this Friday!!! Tonight I am lazing in bed, fighting going to sleep early so one can enjoy the still and silence that the night has to offer. Tonight while raiding my bathroom drawers looking for a new toothbrush, I found a face mask and thought this would be a perfect relaxation option whilst reading my new mag bought on the way home from footie practice tonight. Whilst popping on the clear serum I had a flashback from the image staring back at me in the mirror. Suddenly I remembered my mum, Jilly doing the same. This one was a peel off variety, the less labour intensive type and doesn't require wetting or washing one's face later in the cool of a wintery night. A sensible option for a reptile like myself, craving the warmth of the sun and the long days of summer.
Following the application of this supposed beauty enhancer, I recalled mum taking long baths in the calm of the night. Only I also remember knocking on the door and interrupting this serenity for a little chinwag about my most pressing issues at hand. Poor mum, sorry for ruining those rare opportunities for solitude.
So my question is when did my fate become the same as my mothers. I kid you not I even looked like what I remember she did at this stage of life! Is this something eerie going on or is this just an uncontrollable journey? I did contemplate the long soak in the tub tonight, the large tub that I so had to have in the ensuite. The lonely plug has been fondled only about 7 times in its life in 12 years. This includes the 5 times the neighbours kids and ours pretended it was an indoor swimming pool.
The poor tub and I will become reacquainted soon but tonight was never going to be it. I stupidly applied the peel off mask with a tight necked jumper on and couldn't remove it without depositing some on the neckline during operation take off. Reducing the washing pile took preference to the soak tonight. Next time I will remember the correct order of events to ensure one can have both beauty and bath time harmoniously.
I guess I really have to start worrying about morphing into my mother if I start cooking ham steaks layered with pineapple and a slice of cheese and serving it as dinner. One thing for sure is you wont catch me saying half the things my mum used to say - except for "if you don't stop it- you can get out of the car and walk home!" This used to be a beauty and I ever so proudly delivered it tonight to my darlings during the late trip home. For those of you concerned, I would never ever put one of my children out of the car!! Well not for long anyway!!
And if you knew my mum there was no way she would follow through, except for one time and we couldn't give her the power she desired. We were so cheeky us three girls that when put on the side of the road, we actually walked home with her driving after us. She kept pulling over and telling us to get in, but we wouldn't. We just kept saying but we have to walk home, its our punishment! Eventually she sped off more frustrated with us then in the beginning, but we had the last laugh!! Oh how motherhood hasn't changed, trials and tribulations and the need for a face mask and a bath on a Friday night!! No bath and then mask in that order, will try next Friday night. xox
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