Ooh yes please PaperMonster. I've not had a DM in a long time. Do I find it under, 'My Mumsnet?'
Did you enjoy the shopping though? Hopefully you have tomorrow to recover and rest? Did you pick up anything nice?
I wonder if I can ask a question of you all? Do you mind if I vent a bit?! It'll be longish as I'll give some background, and feel free to ignore/not read/ comment/not comment at all. 
It's just it's been going round my head all day and I think I need to get it out...Backstory...
As previously stated, my mum was a bitch to me growing up. When I was 18 I left home and moved to another city. We had fairly low contact for a lot of years, then seemed to get a bit closer. She told me, 'You don't know what you've got till it's gone.' I came back to this city 15 years after I left. My mum was still acting badly so I confronted her with my childhood. She kept saying I just remembered all the bad stuff and was putting it all together. She also kept telling me that I was her 'normal' child so she didn't need to bother so much with me basically. Minimising and deflecting. She did admit that she had a bad temper though.
After that she got a lot, lot better. She told me she tried really hard to change. Things were good for a good few years, though I always had doubts at the back of my mind how long it would last.
I have been feeling used and abused (Again) by her for a long time. We have a problem neighbour and she will really rant and rave about it to me, really take her anger out, then my brother will phone and she changes like a switch being flicked, 'I'm fine, it's all good here...'
Last year she was unwell for a few months and I went above and beyond both mentally (She felt suicidal) and physically. I doubt there's that many people out there that will hold a bedpan numerous times a day under a diarrheaing parent and clean the bedsheets, rugs, get rid of the bedpans, etc.
Anyway, she has been leaning on me physically more and more lately. She is disabled but it doesn't stop her doing something if she wants to do it. She's go so lazy that she has me making her coffees daily, bringing the phone over from the cradle for her to answer, getting me to get up and put the heating on for her, drinking my drink as she can't be bothered to go get her own, unless of course I go and get it for her. I had been talking to a threapist about this issue a few months back but couldn't really talk about it too much as the walls are thin and she is very, very nosy. She has me doing all sorts, wallpapering, changing light shades, gardening. She always has something she wants doing and know fully well she can't do it so gets me to. After getting all her Christmas decorations up I assembled her tree and sat down. She fluffed about the top third of the tree then cried, 'This is going to take me weeks, I'm exhausted!' and sat down. Muggins here finished fluffing the tree. She admitted to me the next day that she hated doing the tree! So instead of asking me if I minded doing it, she manipulated me into it. She kept going on about getting celling decorations but I made out I wasn't too keen on getting on the step ladder to do it. She's still going on about them now and how next year she will have them.
Anyway, these past few days she's had me take down my old chair, bring the new one up and build it, bring up a drinks trolly she ordered and build it amongst other jobs. I came into hers today and she had her storage stool out with all the bits inside it on the floor. I was exasperated as I knew it would be me again doing what she wanted. She said she had a job for me. [mad] I exclaimed 'Oh mum!' She asked me to take the storage stool out to the hall. I had enough, I said I'd do it but would then be expected to help her move all the stuff she had emptied out into the storage stool back in the hall. She got quite shitty and told me to sit down and she'd do it. I said but you don't understand, I had gone to use her bin and it was bursting. I said I would have to empty the bin (And rebag it.) and I'd done enough already. I'd already been downstairs sorting out her mobility scooter for her too. Well, she got into a right stop. Actually emptied her bin, she honestly hasn't done that for years!
I probably haven't explained very well, just how much her day impacts mine. I do love her but don't like her a lot atm. She really does use me, as a emotional punchbag and as physical labour. I can't express how much she has me doing stuff, and how she makes life difficult. We kind of made up later but I still felt a very cold/annoyed vibe from her. This is why I haven't stood up to her before. I knew she would go back to the old her. We'll see how she is tomorrow.
Thank you for letting me vent. I'll probably really worry that I posted this when I have! I just needed to get a bit out there. Thanks.