I phoned my mum tonight and she asked me if she’d already told me how she got on at the opticians. I said yes, you told me when I phoned on Tuesday.
She says “right ok” and then proceeded to tell me the whole story again🤦🏻♀️. She just had to get the story out! I maybe could have repeated saying that she’d already told me but I didn’t want to interrupt. It'd fluster her.
I phone her 2 or 3 times a week and the majority of calls are me listening to her tell me all the tiny details of her days. There is no back and forth. If I respond I just get talked over. Occasionally she'll ask me how my day was and when I'm answering she'll interrupt me with something "really important/funny."
It does my head in. I used to phone her weekly but during lockdown I used to phone daily. She lives on her own. I had to scale it back for my own sanity. Though in lockdown we actually had proper conversations. It was lovely.
Now she's back to her routine of volunteering and church stuff it's back to her talking about how she cleaned the teapots and other scintillating stuff

I just posted to vent. I love her to bits but gosh she's a challenge.