I truly love my mother, but ever since we moved up here, she is THE.MOST.ANNOYING. person ever when it comes to pressuring us to come home.
Any trip we have planned, even just for the weekend, gets the treatment:
Me: Mom, we will plan to leave here at [expected day/time]
Mom: [day before] Are you packed and ready? I just thought you might get out a little more quickly than you had planned.
Me: Nope, not packed and ready. We will leave tomorrow at [time]
Mom: [texting- early morning of the next day] Left yet?
Me: No (or ignore the text altogether).
Mom: [phoning an hour or so later] Have you gotten everything packed and ready? I so wish I could be there to help....
Me: No, and the more I talk to you, the less time I have to pack.
It goes on and on.
Today I just got the phone call to see if I had gotten everything packed and ready for leaving tomorrow, because, you know, if you get everything ready tonight, you can get on the road early tomorrow.
WTH? No, I cannot get on the road early tomorrow because DH HAS TO WORK. He will come home as soon as he can come home, and then we will leave.