"Is this mine?" "What is that?"

She's going to be here for a week.
It's only been a few hours and I have already felt my stomach turn into a complete, untying knot from her residual stress. "What's that?" "We need to hide this." "Is this mine?"

She is stressing out about a realtor coming tomorrow. It's just constant. The pacing back and forth in the hallway, the chattering to herself, the sighing. Oh my god, the sighing.
There seems to be nothing I can do to make her stop stressing out. Or complaining about the temperature. Or that her stomach hurts. Or that - god it doesn't matter.

I decided a while back that being someone prone to anxiety, a good thing to know are my triggers.
1. Grocery stores during the holidays
2. Dealing with my ex-boyfriend
3. Loud, constant noises
4. People who are equally prone to anxiety in a phobic manner

My avoidance tactics work well. It's 100% effective. Also in avoiding these few situations I become less and less prone to anxiety overall. So when I have to go to the grocery store and it's cold out, and there are too many people, and that damn Christmas music is playing I am much better at coping with it.

Here's the problem - my mother is the MOST ANXIOUS person on earth. It's unreal. I've never seen anyone act the way she does. It makes me kind of sick honestly. I do not want to be her when I grow up, in this respect, which is why I try to be careful about anxiety-inducing situations. But her anxiety and constant questions to me make me anxious. (Clearly this is a behavior I learned from her.) I try to combat it by speaking in a quiet, soothing voice but it doesn't seem to work. I try distracting her with something like talking about her grandson, but she'll quickly find something to obsessively worry about concerning him.

I'm screwed.
And she'll be here ALL WEEK. Possibly longer. I am completely imprisoned in this god damned fucking piece of shit hell hole. All of my hair is going to turn gray and fall out.