Judgement Day

I have never recieved so much judgement from a single person within 4 hours.
I must admit, to a certain degree, my mother has impressed me with her ability to criticize/comment on in that "tone" every aspect of my life ranging from my hair to handsoap situation (we won't get into the handsoap situation).

Let me see what I can remember:
1.) Even before she got here, I called her while she was on the freeway to see where she was. I told her that I was going to turn in my essays that are due on Thursday via Justin, since I would be in SD. This was the first judgement.
2.) I opened to door to let her into my building. She looked me up and down, and had a weird look on her face. I let it slide.
3.) Handsoap, The Incident of the
4.) We leave my apartment to head out to the elevator. We don't even make it there and she says something about my hair (the first of many direct hair judgements of the afternoon). This actually caused me to be angry at her for sometime. I went back into my apartment and really didn't do anything with my hair, but when I came out she said that it was much more acceptable.
5.) So, are you still working that police department job?
6.) Commented on how my roommate looks pretty and put together, and then looked at me with a disappointed face.
7.) "Do you like my tank top?" .. reply: "Well, if it was ironed."
8.) A series of comments on how she likes me more if my hair is long
9.) A series of comments on how she wishes my hair had highlights, and insisted that you could still see my dye-job in my hair (which is wrong... it grew out.... I'm officially all-natural)
10.) Oh... yeah teaching is ok.... you should really focus on that economics.
11.) Started picking at my heel with a "what's this?"... it was simply a little red from my shoes. That was the last straw in which I told her to leave me the fuck alone (but in a nice way).

I sweat to God, nothing I do can please that woman.

Not that I'm trying -- oh god no.

Jesus, take me now.