He's driving me nuts

My son and I are leaving for a trip tomorrow. He's driving me crazy. I'm trying to pack. He's got his music blaring. I go in the living room to watch TV. He follows me and sits there with me. I go back in my room. He goes to his and continues to pack with his music on. We have done this lead/follow thing at least 3x in the last 2 hours.

He is driving me nuts!!!!!!!

I know... but why?

I love my son but he use habits that drive me nuts.
1. He follows me into the basement, to talk.
2. He cannot use a glass more than once, so every glass is in the dirty dishes.
3. He tells me the same things over and over.
4. If he ends a statement with "ok?" I have to say "ok" because "yes" is not the correct response.
5. He will not leave the house without washing his hair.
And I'm sure there are more.......

What do you do that drives your mother crazy?

A found a writing prompt that seems to sum it up... although I don't know if I have enough time or space to write down EVERYTHING that drives my mom crazy... I think between my son and my brothers, we have covered all the bases.

In my case, I have learned (as I have been taught), it is easier to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission... which is exactly how I have been living my life since I was old enough to get in trouble for not asking permission and then getting in trouble for going against the answer... so I was old enough NOT to ask... it's easier after the fact than to go headfirst against the "no".

I know that when I came home with a tattoo... I thought she was going to go through the roof. And then I got my ears pierced multiple times... and then I got my belly button pierced.

I can honestly tell you that there are times when bucking the system is the way I roll.

I come home with the occasional animals, that were not cleared by the "proper authorities"... such as two kittens instead of "just looking", hermit crabs, fish, little frogs, etc. I never was gutsy enough to try the hamster thing, but I can tell you that would get me in a world of hurt. The fish started out as 1 Betta, in a small tank, in my room... and has now progressed to 2 Bettas, 2 medium tanks, and 1 10-gal tank... all kitchen, on mom's cupboard... well, it's more of a credenza. We have 2 kittens and an older cat (the kittens were brothers... and the last two left... I couldn't separate them...).

As I was growing up, when mom would say no, dad would say yes... I learned that at an early age... and mom figured it wasn't worth arguing about.

I dyed my hair maroon. I let my son keep his longer. I bought him a hair-straightener. My brothers hid a mouse in their closet... when mom told them they couldn't have one... and then it died... mom found it. Mom said we couldn't have pets... my brother bought my dad 2 parakeets. Mom said we couldn't have a dog... dad bought me a puppy. Mom said we weren't getting another dog after the first one died... I took dad to the pound and he signed the papers. Dad said we weren't bringing the stray home... I climbed in the car with him and stayed there... we took him home.

Oh, let's see... and then there is that I buy almost everything is black (but it goes with everything!). I get bored with my purse, so instead of using one of my 50 others, I need to get a new one. Yes, I do need 6 pairs of the same shoes in different colors. Why should I put my shoes away? I'm going to wear them tomorrow.

I'm sure if I took more time, I could think of even more things... but this is just a start for ideas on how to drive your own mom crazy!