I know this is weird (I'm apparently the same age as you) but it seems parents are more afraid of their 16-18 year olds than anyone else. I guess they think we hone in on OMG WE CAN SMOKE IN SIX MONTHES and start scooting around waiting for it, when in fact we don't even think of it. They look at us and see their babies in an adult body that could easily pass for 21 and therefore get alcohol! We could become prostitutes! We could be having wild orgy sex with pandas! We could-
You get my point. It's annoying and there is hardly a way to talk about it without arguing. If you think you can, which I doubt you will, you could ask your mom if later that day you could talk to her in private about something important, nothing emergency. You could say, "Hey, I'm sorry I upset you, I thought I'd checked in, got your permission, was exactly as I said I would be, and I had no idea you wanted me to call that often. After all, when I'm out with sibling #1, you only have him call once, blah blahblah!" In happy fairy land, your mother will go "My god, what a perfect child I have! Here's the family car!" Unlikely, but fun to think about.
Really, other than a miracle time machine that fast forwards six months, your only real option is to try and talk to her about it. Heck, you could write an awkward note about how you respect everything she's done and you love how she glomps on you, but she should really not worry as much. You're cool. No mom glomping.
Six months. Six months. Survive.
You get my point. It's annoying and there is hardly a way to talk about it without arguing. If you think you can, which I doubt you will, you could ask your mom if later that day you could talk to her in private about something important, nothing emergency. You could say, "Hey, I'm sorry I upset you, I thought I'd checked in, got your permission, was exactly as I said I would be, and I had no idea you wanted me to call that often. After all, when I'm out with sibling #1, you only have him call once, blah blahblah!" In happy fairy land, your mother will go "My god, what a perfect child I have! Here's the family car!" Unlikely, but fun to think about.
Really, other than a miracle time machine that fast forwards six months, your only real option is to try and talk to her about it. Heck, you could write an awkward note about how you respect everything she's done and you love how she glomps on you, but she should really not worry as much. You're cool. No mom glomping.
Six months. Six months. Survive.
