Mother overload

Just back from spending most of the say with mum and her husband and since most of the time where spent in the car I have only one word to say – overload. Mother overload.

It seems like the older she gets the more overprotected she becomes. I’m soon to be 35 (in 17 days), but she acts like I’m a teenager just starting to discover the world. This morning she called to let me know it was raining (yes I knew that since we live 15 minutes from each other) and I needed to wear sensible cloths and shoes to the birthday party we were going to. Thank you mum I couldn’t have figured that out by myself!

In the car I could not stand her chatter about what everybody was doing and not doing. She clearly has too much time on her hands, so I acted like the true teenager and turned on my iPod.
I try very hard to ignore what she thinks and says, but it’s very hard from time to time. I am an adult and I have been around a lot more than she ever a will think. She does get on my nerves and then I feel very much guilty because she is my mother and I’m her only daughter. Guess, this is just one of those mother-daughter things that one just have to learn to live with. But boy it’s hard and today wasn’t a very good day.