Now I know I am over tired after doing two 12 hour shifts - and finding myself up at 5 am, left at 5:45am and home just after 8pm - but I am frustrated to the teeth with Mum just ringing at the most inconvenient times.
We went to a roof shout last night, and right in the middle of the party I heard my mobile going off, the display said I also had a missed call and a voice message. I answered and told her I would call back at a more convenient time.
This morning I'm in a cafe with Justin and two close friends, catching up over breakfast, and my mobile rings - it's Mum. Again I tell her I am going to ring her when I get home.
Now I just don't want to talk to her, which is sad and likely to result in her ringing, and ringing our phones off the hook because she will presume something has gone wrong. A catastrophic disaster that has left my mangled body to rot and decay in a remote and dirty ditch.
Some people will not understand. Others will. My mother is obsessed with calling and telling you absolutely nothing much, and you have nothing much to report either since the last hour ago that you spoke. It's painful, and one of the reasons we left Australia, but of course it hasn't changed the situation for the better, only worse. So what have you got to do to get away, without completely cutting yourself off all together (which we have given some thought to), and by not driving yourself into the ground trying to cope with the interference.
I would like to just be able to catch up for a long decent chat every now and again (maybe once or twice a fortnight) and then not feel like I have to screen the rest of the weeks calls and avoid a barrage of in comings.
I am off to have a hot drink, a nap, and general relaxation time before the phone rings again...
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