Turning into my Mother? The day has come.

Atleast twice in recent weeks have been undertaking routine activity around house and suddenly been hit by frightening realisation. Am turning into my mother.
Or, at the very least, am doing the things Mother assured teenage Anna she would eventually have to do - which teenage Anna laughed at, denied, ridiculed - you name it, she did it. A terrible child, and a worse teenager that she was.

"Hoovering the staircase??? Yeah right, I would rather DIE than perform such a utterly meaningless task!"
Or - "Cleaning the bathroom every day? You think I'm stupid? Get a life!" And so on.

Last week was balancing in staircase holding vacuum cleaner with one hand and handling nozzle with the other - trying to get every last bit of dust, twisting and bending self - when it dawned on me. Was sweeping leaves off driveway - when it dawned on me. Today was cleaning bathroom, could not quite get the sink to a satisfactory standard; so grabbed an old toothbrush and started scrubbing away at sink - when it dawned on me...

The day has come. Mother was right. An adult Anna has realised that she too has to vacuum stairs and clean bathrooms. We should all listen to our mothers. They know.

So then, is this a moment of joy - a moment to cherish this new found sense of responsibility and adulthood - or is this instead the moment one should pack ones backpack, buy one-way ticket to Thailand and say "nice-to-meet-you" to Hubby?

There must be a middle ground.
Will stick with it - but from now on will aim to be less of a perfectionist. Will never, never, ever use old toothbrush on sink again.

Yes! Can keep both house and sense of freedom and youth!

Besides, backpacking is a pain and hostels are dirty bedbug-infested Gen-Y traps.