I have to go to Mom's house tonight to help her fill out a form. Going there is easier than explaining how to fill out the form itself. It's an easy form.
I was there yesterday. As every Wednesday, and most weekends.
I love my mother, and of course I want to help her out, but maaaaaaaaan does it ever get in the way of my own life sometimes. Ever the filial duty.
What makes it especially great is how she goes on and on about friends/sorta-family of ours, who do things for their parents, like take them along on business trips and stuff. And she talks to you about it like you're chopped liver, "they do things for their parents!" She really likes to tell those stories when she's in the car, as you're taking her somewhere.
I love her, but she can sure be a pain in the ass.