Her anxiety triggers my anxiety. She is constantly having problems. She sounds so desperate, anxious on the phone with each problem and it gets to me. I respond emotionally. This sounds weird but the last problem she called about was my brothers laundry (underpants). The woman that is washing my mom's and brothers clothes when he stays over has stopped washing his underpants. Mom calls me frantically, please go to K-Mart and get me several packages of underpants for my brother. He can wash clothes but he told mom he didn't know what button to push. She said push anyone. But he didn't was his underpants. He did use the washer and dryer when she was in the Nursing Home for a few weeks. Kmart didn't have his size so I ordered some online and had it sent to me. Mom calls me several days later and says did the underpants come it yet. I say no. She sounds very upset and says send them to me as soon as you possible can. I get anxious and they come a few hours later. So I go out to mail them right away even though it will soon be dark and I do like to drive when it's dark. The post office is closed. The only close place is a storage company that also has UPS service. They don't have a box the right size it is way too big. But I'm feeling some of the franticness of mom and say use the big box and get it mailed. I couldn't mail the package until late in the afternoon the next day. I had to be somewhere. And all I could think of was mom has to get this package as soon as possible. Am I also crazy? I just react to her anxiety with mine and can't think clearly. Also, I'm so used to doing what she says for so many years that it's hard not to now.