Mothers! Can't live with them, wouldn't be alive without them.

I am 36 years old. I've been on my own since I was 17. I haven't always made the best decisions but I've bumped along the road of life and managed to not get stuck in the pot holes for too long. I've never been arrested :::knocks on wood::: but I've done some stupid things as I've traveled along the highways and bi-ways. I've worked hard for everything I have and feel pretty darn good about the woman that I've become. I look forward to what the future holds for me.

I've done this with very little support, financial or emotional, from my mother. So, why is it that she must still be so critical of everything about me. Nothing is ever good enough, up to and including my hair.

Yesterday, after logging back onto the computer in the afternoon because I was tired of unpacking and needed a break for a while, my mother sends me an email. It said: "6 hours online!!! Robbie, have you finished unpacking?" Why, oh why, did I ever show her how to use Yahoo Messenger?

I wonder if all mothers are this way, or is it just mine. We are worlds apart and will never see eye-to-eye. I wonder if there's some class they give new mothers called "How to irritate your child at any age?"