Are you my mother?

Do you ever have that feeling that maybe, just maybe, you were adopted? Switched at birth? Sent down the river in a wicker basket by your real parents?

Well I have to admit at certain points I wished that this was the case but if you have ever seen my mother you can't help but see that we share the same genes.

But as I am growing up and yearning for more independence it's seems her rules and regulations are starting to tighten around me and it's suffocating me. For the majority of my day I am home alone and she is at work and then when she is home I am either at work or out with friends thus the majority of our communication is through sticky notes left on the kitchen counter. Not the best way to have a relationship with someone.

Anyways I just needed to vent a wee little bit.

Much love and overprotecting- Amy