Well, seeing as they're dead, they don't drive me crazy anymore. But they could fill their boots when they were alive.  Especially my mother

Of course they drive me crazy in my old age, they're supposed it .It's called pay-back and the only way to handle it is with a fist full of Advil and a mindful of humour.  It's an honour to help my parents when they need it, but it doesn't mean that I don't pull my hair out and rock back and forth in a fetal position now and then.

I love both of my parents regardless of the past, and I don't think they could ever drive me crazy no matter how hard they may try or have tried...I wished everyday my Mom was still here with us...she never drove me crazy when she was still alive...RIP Momma...

When I was in my teens, yeah. Not now though--I love spending time with them. Life is short and that time is precious.

I came from a decent two parent family, but that doesn't mean they did not drive me crazy, because they did and still do. Parents drive kids crazy with their rules, no matter how good their intentions. Parents drive kids crazy by embarassing them when their friends are around. They drive them crazy with their lectures. They drive them crazy with their nagging. Still for those of us who are/were lucky to have parents our lives are better off to have had them, no matter how much they drove us crazy.

I don't live at their place anymore, so all is good. While I was there, though, you can bet chinese opera karaoke at 3AM when I'm trying to sleep to wake up at 6AM was a little more than irritating.

Although they occasionally can get nervous or annoyed, my parents certaintly don't drive me crazy! They are, in the end, loving and intelligent people, who have a good sense of humor!