Perfectionist moms are hell on any kind of customer service. It's all about pent up anxiety and they either need an antianxiety med and/or outlet for their anxiety. Instead of turning it inward, they project that on their poor kids and some poor guy who is unlucky enough to put up with her, and then on anyone else they encounter. I have to put up boundaries with them or they'll control/dominate the whole interaction and I won't be able to see anyone else. It's that "Atlas" complex (the world's on my shoulders and will crumble if I let go). What's sad is the children suffering from malnutrition (a six year old doesn't need to be on a diet, just eat healthy) or resenting their parents as adults if mom doesn't manage her stress better.
