My mother is a puppy
I love my mom but she drives me crazy. Her greatest dream would be for the whole family to live together FOREVER. I have been on basically the same sleep schedule for 4 years and yet she still thinks she can text me at 9pm telling me she's going to be in town the next day, and then start texting me at 8am to say she wants to pick me up at 9:30 and go to the beach and I should bring a change of clothes so we can go to dinner after. Not a moment's thought to whether I might have plans, or whether it is even realistic to expect me to be up and raring to go 3 hours earlier than normal. Not even a question about whether I feel up to all that when I am still hampered by a very painful and not very functional hand recovering from major surgery. She's like an excited puppy who refuses to understand that my life doesn't revolve around her boredom.
I look at my other friends' relationship with their mothers and yes I appreciate that my mom loves me and wants to spend time with me. And she isn't as crazy as she could be. But last night I was restless with frustrating dreams about her being nagging and intrusive and assuming she had a say in every aspect of my life. Then I woke up to this series of early morning text messages. Mike says I'm being too hard on her, but the fact is that if she is this predictably demanding every time she visits, I'm just going to start telling her I'm busy and then maybe I'll at least get a good night's sleep.