...is that she thinks her job is to make me eat my spinach.
No, Nancy, you miss the point. The job of you and all your fellow errand boys and girls is to keep the checkbook balanced, schlep out the legislative trash, and make sure nobody makes off with the metaphorical silverware while us grown-up private citizens try and go about the daily business of doing the things that make this civilization function, unencumbered by the need for that folderol. You have come down with a bad, bad case of Forgottenwhoworksforwho-itis.
This is how come you and the rest of your congressional buddies collectively have an approval rating that makes George W. Bush look like the second coming of Elvis.