I nearly forgot about this little gem of a story until today as I was finishing up my 5th 10oz bottle of water. When I was home last weekend, I was getting ready for bed on the first night. It was 11 o'clock at night, and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep for hours. I peeled back the comforter, and then from across the house, I heard my mom yelling my name.
Anytime my mom yells my name from the other side of the house all the memories from when I lived in that house come rushing back- uh-oh, what did I do now? Did I leave a dirty dish in the sink? Was I supposed to get the clothes from the dryer? Of course I yell back, and ask her what she wants. "What have you had to drink today?" "Drink some water. You haven't drank enough today."
What? I'm 32. My mom is making a big production about how much water I did or didn't drink at 11pm. I wasn't thirsty. I drank water all day, wasn't she watching me? Its amazing how I can be away from my mom's house 99% of the year and not shrivel up from dehydration!