Kind of a Drag.

My mom, a while ago, asked me if I could look over her papers for class before she turned them in.

"Sure." I said. "I love working with people on their papers."  And I do.

Well, I got it tonight, the night before her deadline, and she tells me she'll need to work on it at work before she turns it in at class.
And it's not really very good. It's readable, but that's about it. It wanders off the point at the beginning and never returns to it, and makes a bunch of rookie errors that would be easy to fix if it wasn't due the next day. It wouldn't be so irritating if it wasn't about how she has so much more energy now, and doesn't have trouble making her deadlines when she's dropped the ball on one really important thing for me, and is already turning in half-done school work. She's known about this project since long before I left for Seattle. >_>