"You Are Just Like Your Mother"

So as I get older I start to become more and more like my mother. Not that I'm saying it's a bad thing, my mom is a GREAT woman and I would be lucky to follow in her footsteps; however, it seems I am falling in her "not so good" footsteps.
Growing up she was a 'fashionably-late-to-everything' type person. Not because she didn't start getting ready until the last minute....NOOOO...she started a couple of hours ahead of time but we never walked out the door until the time we were supposed to be there or at least 5 minutes before or after. It was very frustrating to always rush rush rush. So I vowed to never be like that. Since then I leave my house in plenty of time to get wherever I am going even if that means going with wet hair or no makeup...as long as I'm there on time.
The thing that always got me about her was that even though we were running late there was always a reason to run back inside the house. We couldn't make it out of the neighborhood, sometimes not even out of the driveway before she was like "did I unplug the iron?" "did I turn the oven off?" and that amazed me. How does someone manage to 'forget' if they have done something and not just once in a blue moon...everytime?! I now know...
Last week Jared and I were carpooling to work and we had successfully left on time. We are joking and listening to the radio as we enter into "town" (which happens to be 15 minutes away from our house) and all of a sudden it hits me... I can't remember if I unplugged my straightener. I have a few quick seconds of a mini freak out while deciding how uncertain am I? Enough to turn around and basically go another 30 minutes out of my way (there and back) just to make sure it's unplugged? Well it's that or have the house burn down so we head back. I was officially doing 90 on backroads and cussing at other drivers. I pull into the driveway, run to the front door, unlock it and head into the bathroom...it's then that I notice, it wasn't plugged in. Now I have wasted gas and time and all of it was for nothing. I head back to the car and remember that earlier that same week I had gotten about 25 minutes from my house when I had to call Jared to unplug my straightener. So I asked him, as I got into our car, "when I called you earlier this week was my straightener even plugged in?" of course it was a no. Why is it all of a sudden I can't remember pulling the plug?
Well this morning I get dressed and ready and make our lunches and head to the car. As soon as I start up the car I start thinking to myself, did I remember to put on deodorant? I have now gotten to the extent (just like my mother) where I can't even make it out of the driveway. Why does this happen? Are we genetically programmed to be just like them? Or are we all really too busy now a days to think things through? Do we really live our lives on a schedule so much that one step that's different throws everything off?