I have been promoted to being a miserable failure as a daughter.
Since I arrived Dec. 4 about 7 weeks ago here in Southern California at the end of every 3-6 hours with my mom I feel like a miserable failure. I rented my own apartment 2 miles from her home and have done the driving, grocery, doctors and hospital runs. In between I have taken her to museums., movies, shopping, and other entertainments to get her fresh air and out of her hot house. There has not been one session with her that has made me feel worthy. She questions every thing if do from how I wear my hair to making sure I know the difference between the kit. had towel and dish drying towel which she changes everyday. I have been bringing a lot of food I make up to the house, tonight she demanded she was going to make her own plate which looked like bird droppings and then called me a pig because I ate 4 times the amount.
She claimed I was messing up her refrigerator with all the containers and made me take them home.. This getting rather comical..