HOW HARD CAN it BE MOM?

Now that he is almost grown, my son remins me all the time that he really doesn't need me to do anything anymore.
I suppose the time comes in every mothers life when it's time to shove them out of the nest. However, I really don't need to hear him remind me that he doesn't need me anymore.
Sometime I have to laugh. He's been doing his own laundry for several years now, because one day he told me that I never do anything for him. I told him he was right. And the next day when he started yelling because he didn't have any clean jeans. He realized, laundry was one of the things I wasn't doing for him anymore.
According to him, any moron can do laundry. I remember his words and the stern look on his face. How difficult can it be to throw clothes in the washer then throw them in the dryer. I might have added, and then throw them on your floor, but I didn't. He didn't want to take the time to sort the clothes. He even bragged to me about saving time and money by only doing one or two loads instead of four or five. Imagine my surprise when he had blue underwear. He washed his jeans, flannel shirts, socks and underwear all together. He also washed towels with sweaters, and then wanted to know how to get those little "lint balls" off his sweaters.
Now he says nicer things to me, like "will you put my clothes in the dryer, or do you think you can fix this shirt? It used to be green with white stripes and now it's lime green all over."
I think if I kept a journal about all the "nice" things he has ever said to me, the other day would have been a classic. He needed to type a report. He wanted me to type it, but I didn't have time at the exact moment he wanted me to do it.
"Oh, just forget it he shouted, I'll do it myself."
At first I told him if he touched my computer I would saw off his fingers.
"Look Mom, how difficult can it be to use your stupid computer. Besides I've had computers at school. Anybody can use one."
"But, I protested, "you don't even know how to open a document."
He yelled, "Can't you just show me?"
You have to realize he wanted me to show him how to operate my computer in the five minutes before I had to leave.
I showed him which drive to insert the floppy diskette and gave him the password. I went to the other room to get my purse and coat. When I came back to my desk he had three errors and he wasn't able to open the document he wanted. I got him into the document and then told him I had to leave.
"Wait," he shouted, "before you leave, could you just show me how to turn it off?"