Ungh. Mom is driving me crazy. She's driving Sis crazy, too, enough to the point where Sis hangs up on her. Mom is worried about luggage. She can't understand it.
I don't know how I can make it simpler. She is allowed 33 kg, split between two bags. One bag cannot be over 23 kg.
Apparently, this is too much for her to understand. YOU ARE ALLOWED 33 KG. YOU ARE ALLOWED TWO BAGS. ONE CANNOT BE TOO HEAVY. FUCK.
It looks like Sis worked through that 'problem' this morning, with a solution of extra luggage. So now Mom is driving herself crazy looking for a bracelet she bought on Sunday.
All these manufactured crises. Shut. Up.
I have my own stuff to deal with, thanks. I am (literally/figuratively) in the same boat. I posted on FB that I was at the driving-myself-insane portion of packing, which was a flippant remark, only Mom took it seriously, and got all Concerned, and bothering me trying to resolve my own crisis, which wasn't a crisis, but a joke.
I also managed to stub my baby toe really badly last night, to the point where I think I might have broken it. It hurts even with just its own weight when I lie down. That's not good.
But by all means, please let's talk about your luggage allowance some more.