Mother

I'd mentioned in an email to my mom that I was going out last night. She called me around 5pm to tell me that she thought the weather was too dangerous out for me to go anywhere. It wasn't even foggy, just sort of humid and cold. I really can't understand what she was worried about.

I had asked her to make an appointment for me today with one of her colleagues, at a location that is less than 5 minutes from my apartment. I suggested 2 o'clock, saying that I wouldn't likely be getting up before noon. She's called me every 15 minutes since noon to make sure that I made the appointment. "I told her you were my son," she chides me. "What will people think of me if you were late?"


I kind of hate my mother right now.