But now I've decided to start attending services at the Unitarian church, which I self-evidently can't do when working at her bookstore.
Last night she asked *again* for me to take over for two sundays this month. I said I could, but I didn't want to, so she started laying on the mother-guilt, "This isn't just a favor, this is for my career, so I can make my life better."
"But...I was going to go to church."
Hee hee...not that I delight in suffering or anything, but it's nice to have a guilt card that she can't POSSIBLY argue with.