Mademoiselle, hold tight your tongue
After washing Adam's sheets in preparation for Dragos, the newest member of our household and filling Adam's shoes, I go into Adam's room to put them on the bed and became a cliche. I found myself transformed into Suzy Homemaker, straightening things, dusting, emptying garbage, making room on shelves...then asking Bruni if the boys were planning on cleaning the apartment before their new roomie arrived.
I had never felt more like my mom. Until a few minutes of confused conversations ended with my explanation: "No, I'm not planning on cleaning your apartment...I was just wondering if you were planning on cleaning your apartment before your new roomie comes. I just thought it might be nice." And that was the point I became my mother.



