So I walked into my bathroom to go pee. I looked down at the sink, thought, “Hrm, I should clean…” and started to clean. Then I cleaned my doors and baseboards in there, realizing I really needed to pee still. I did and after that, resumed my cleaning. Told my mom about this and she said, “I’m sorry; you’re turning into me. But good for you!” lol
Help me!
Apples don’t fall far from the tree!
Wait till you look down and see your grandmother’s hands doing your work.
well considering I’m adopted and don’t know them, I think I’m fine. 
I’m sorry, I have no help for you, but I can sympathize. I have also turned into my mother. We have the same hobbies, shop at the same stores, sometimes make the same things for dinner without consulting each other, I even sound exactly like my mother. I’ll answer the phone at her house just to mess with people. My aunt and Granny can’t tell who’s who on the phone.
I just hope that since I’m turning into her, I got her good aging genes. She’s 62 and could easily pass for ten years younger. 
That’s how my mom is DG (BTW, I love that show!) and I hate her for it…I hope I turn out like that but doubt it. She wants my curves I want her lack of curves. She wants my hair I want her lack of it. lol But I do sound like my sister, who is not my bio sis but for some reason we sound alike and no one can tell us apart over the phone. Good thing she’s married and lives in another house. lol
I became my mother one day when I stopped a total stranger’s children from running around like Tasmanian devils at a local laundromat about ten years ago. As soon as I did it, my hand went over my mouth in horror/convulsive laughter.