Childhood Habits

It’s my mom’s fault. I can say that because she reads this blog and will take me to task for ratting on her.

When I was in high school, I was a straight-A student. Shocking, I know. But as I reward for such behavior, she would ask if I wanted to stay home that day and clean the house. Apparently ditching was acceptable if there was housework involved.

Being the great student that I was, naturally, I said yes.

After a morning cleaning, my mom always treated me to lunch at Taco Bell. Enchiritos were always my go-to food. Back then they usually came with lettuce and tomatoes in addition to the olives. Yum.

As an adult, ditching is now called a sick or vacation day. Wednesday was a vacation day. I couldn’t believe the overwhelming urge I had to clean the house because I was off. Thank God I was saved by books. I was, able with effort and not a little guilt, to read until the feeling mostly passed.

Cleaning the house can wait until the weekend and its regularly scheduled time:D.

Until next time.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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2 Responses to Childhood Habits

  1. David Davis says:

    I was assigned a lot of housecleaning as a kid. I can’t let anything go uncleaned now. Not OCD, just organized.

  2. Clever Girl says:

    I remember Enchiritos from years ago. I don’t eat fast food and rarely did back in the day, but when I did, it was TB.

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