When I went down to NC with my mom last month, we were the first ones up one morning (not by MY choice, btw). Anyway, she's chattering on...and on...and on. I'm just sitting there in a zone trying to get the caffeine and nicotine to finally kick in. She looks at me and asks "what's the matter?". I had to calmly and politely ask her to quit talking to me for a bit (when what I really wanted to do was go out onto the back patio and be by myself for another hour...in the quiet.)
Yes yes yes!!! Quiet in the morning! It's my meditation time! I think they forget I've been this way since forever. My moms the same way!