According to mom, I am twenty-nine going on six

Mom calls this morning, less than twenty-four hours before I depart on a month-long trip.

Mom: Are you packed?
A.: Not yet.
Mom: What time is your flight tomorrow?
A.: Something like 8am.
Mom: You need to pack.
A.: I know.
Mom: What are you going to wear?
A.: Mostly suits.
Mom: What about when you're not at work?
A.: Other clothes.
Mom: Well, it's about time you thought about what you're going to wear.
A.: I'll come up with something.
Mom: It's really about time you came up with something.
A.: Don't worry, mom. I'm on it.