So, for what feels like forever, my Mother has been spending every weekend complaining about how she's not being productive enough. Usually, she's tired out from working all week, and is thus incapable of doing much more then the laundry and cleaning the kitchen, and sleeping.
And every second she's not working, she's going "I need to be more productive!" if she falls asleep during the day, she'll complain about how she could have used that time productively. And every Sunday afternoon she'll rant about how she didn't get enough done on the weekend.
And it's driving me nuts! I know it's tough for her, but I'm sick and tired of her complaining about it every weekend. Sometimes I feel like if she cured cancer, saved the world from aliens, tidied up the whole house, and established world peace, at the end of the weekend she'd complain that she didn't eat enough protein this weekend.
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