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[alexseanchai]

Dear Mother:

I am twenty-two years old. That is, to the best of my knowledge, above the age of majority in every country in the world.

If I want to spend an hour after work somewhere that isn't home, it is NONE OF YOUR CONCERN. There is no need to call five times to figure out where I am and when I'm coming home.

It's called independence. Every now and then I like to pretend I have it.

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[tptigger]

My god, she's as bad as my mom. (I would get one phone call, and then once she knew I wasn't dead in a ditch would settle down. The problem was this persisted and I had to call her when I got home from work after I moved out. So you know, good for you for standing up to her NOW.)

[alexseanchai]

Except I'm not standing up to her, I'm complaining to the Internet. *sigh*

I went two whole years without having to check in with her and I survived the experience just fine. You'd think that'd have taught her something.

[tptigger]

Moms make no sense. Have i mentioned the frantic texts from IRELAND fussing over me and the storms here in the midwest? Never mind that I was at work, where there's a whole group of people whose job it is to make sure that 1) we all know when we need to take cover and 2) we actually do take cover.

Also, she was texting me from IRELAND.

BTW, next time, try texting her "be home by X time*" then turning off the phone.
*should be a time way past when you will actually be home.
Then you know, if you're going to be later, turn the phone on to text her that. You are living at home, so it's only polite.

Oh, and my Dad, this one... I went to college and graduate school in MN. College I ate in the dorms, grad school I had an apartment and made my own food. I should also mention I've been allergic to dairy products since I was 15. I moved back home after grad school 'til I could find a job, and Dad took me with him to the grocery store, 'cause he wanted to be sure there was food in the house. I picked out chocolate chips to make cookies and he asks me if I'd read the ingridients to be sure I could eat them! (I then pointed at the "Kosher parve" label which means no milk, no meat.)
So you're not alone, if that helps.

[alexseanchai]

Okay, yes, texting from Ireland wins the crazy-mom contest.

I probably should have called, but it didn't occur to me to do so until I got home and she told me she'd called. (I never heard the phone ring. Too busy looking at pretties in Michaels and too busy driving.)