September 18, 2009:

Footfalls, noise, yawns, continual comments on her inner state. "Today's the last day I'm wearing this bra."

Shouts questions she could easily answer for herself: "Honey, what time is it?" Instead of glancing the clock just inches from her face.

Interrupts your conversations, takes the computer from your hands. Calls you away from what you're doing: "Can you help me with this please?"

Neverending demand to be the sole focus of all attention.