I remember right after Hubbs and I got married, my mom would call me and ask for help with the most random things. Could I come over and defrag her computer? Could we please come over and change the water bottle on the dispenser? Could I bring Youngest over to clean the fish tank?
It used to drive me insane-not because I didn't like spending time with my mother, but I really felt she was doing these things just to drive me insane. I would think "My GOD, how many times do I have to show you how to defrag your computer?" This was, of course, before we knew the cancer had spread to her brain.
Isn't it funny how I would now give anything to have my mother back, driving me crazy?