Right now, my mother's driving me wallward...
I'm doing some bathroom renovations and bought a new toilet yesterday. None of us (myself and parents) wanted to hassle with bringing it in as the shopping was a bit exhausting, so we left it for today, Dad and I got it out of the car this afternoon and I just brought it inside a bit ago.
It's maybe ten feet from the door, and I swear I didn't even make it ten inches
before she was hovering over me, demanding that I let her help me (um, mother dearest, you are disabled, you have two artificial hips and a pinched nerve in your back, you really shouldn't even be walking
much less trying to help me drag in a toilet that weighs more than I do) and once I got it inside, she started in with the "WHY are you not helping?!" on Dad. He wasn't helping because I didn't ask him to because I had it all perfectly under control, it isn't as if I'm too weak to even drag a box into the house!
Thankfully, Dad is in full agreement with me that we are not
allowing Mom to help us lift it up the stairs.
I love her dearly, but she needs to quit deluding herself that she's still capable of doing everything she used to be able to. She can't even stand up
without pain anymore.