I'm just like my dad.

Typically, this blog is a life update with places I've gone and things I've done.  However, it seems that recently the vast majority of my life is lesson planning, teaching, and attempting to figure out the inner workings of 13 year olds...  So, today is the story about how I've come to the realization that, with age, I am actually becoming my father.

For a while now, I've been pretty obsessed with grocery shopping.  My typical rule is if its not on sale, or your don't have a coupon, you should probably buy something else.  There are obvious exceptions to this like "OMG WE'RE OUT OF ICE CREAM!" or "Amir...the milk in the fridge just asked how my day was...I think its time for a new gallon." For the most part though, it needs a coupon or a sale if its going in my cart.  I will also admit that I wish had the time and dedication to be an extreme coupon lady with the huge binder and calculator and whatnot, but alas, see above about the 13 year olds...  My frugal trait has very clearly been inherted from my father, King of Power Shopping.  I remember hating weekly Meijer/Kroger/VGs trips for a majority of my childhood, and I'm not really sure when I turned from whiny child into Faye Queen of Coupons, but its happened and there's no going back!  (ps. dad, I saved $26.37 at HEB today...so proud, right?)

I've known about the grocery shopping "I'm my father" thing for a while.  Today, though, I suprised myself with a new one.  Before grocery shopping this evening I was planning out meals for the week.  While thinking about my lunches, I thought to myself, 'oh I'll just make a bunch of PB&Js and freeze them like Dad used to when I was in school.' [Insert "OH MY GOSH I'M MY FATHER" moment here].  Now this may not sound like a big deal, but I also used to hate when he went into assembly line sandwhich making mode.  However, this evening I made a loaf of sandwhiches and my lunches are ready to go!

As I reflected a bit on this whole topic of becoming my father, I thought about how the quirks I have inherited are typically things that bothered me about him as a child.  I disliked spending my Saturday's grocery shopping; sandwhich assembly line was sooooo boring; I hated being scolded for putting things in the dishwasher the wrong way (but now I have a specific and efficent dishwasher set up and correct Amir's dish placement, as crazy as that seems). 

All that being said, as quirky as my fathers my traits are (and Amir assures me they are), they are also a sourse of comfort.  I do things that are like my dad and I can't help but think of him.  So, in the end, thanks dad for making me who I am!