How (when) I turned into my Mother

 

He did it. My son. He rolled his eyes at me. He sighed. The long suffering sigh of a child that has to endure another lecture from his mother. The switch goes off. There is an off switch right by his ears. The cute mole? It’s not a mole it’s an off switch so when I start talking all he hears is the Charlie Brown teacher voice: wahwahwahwahwahwawawa…..

Oh help, where’s the my magic transmogrifier so I can turn back into Anita the perfect Mother that doesn’t nag? I support, I love but NEVER nag.

 

I can’t help it I will blow up. I have to say something when I know he hasn’t remembered his course starts on the 29th and he needs to take time off work . . . or his insurance comes out on the 22d. . . . does he have the money?

BECAUSE I’M YOUR MOTHER AND I KNOW WHAT’S BEST ! !

Wait. My mother called. She asked me if I’m taking the vitamins she bought for me. I rolled my eyes.

Help.