like mother like daughter... oops

I'm starting to get this sinking feeling that my daughter is going to end up just like me.

Now, that's not to say that I'm a bad person. I am, however, intensely neurotic, anxious, a little moody, obsessed with things like punctuality and good grades and brushing my teeth, and shy.  Which of course begs the question, how was I able to get someone to have a kid with in the first place (answer: he's just as bad as me). 

December is not happy to be left to play by herself if she knows being entertained by me is an option.  She screams hysterically if Darius looks at her funny or the cat runs away when she wants to play with it. She also doesn't care much for people who aren't her mama.  Crazy child.

Let's just let it be said, though, that among her matriarchal relations, turning out like me is kinda the lesser of all evils.