If I’m 20 minutes late she needs to know why I’m late. The other day I caught her staring at me. Asked why. She said, I was trying to figure out if you wore that top yesterday. I have very little to no privacy. I find my patience is all but lost some days. I know this isn’t forever and I should be grateful I still have her, but I haven’t needed someone to keep tabs on me in over 40 years! All she says is well, I’m a Mother. Can you help me figure out how to deal with this?