My Sanity? Gone.

I'm keeping this brief, as I'm confined to only typing a few words because Mumzilla is literally sitting less than two feet away from me.

My sanity is shot. I can't take having my mom in the same tiny space. Next year, she's staying in a hotel room where she can prance about and keep the television on for 25 hours without a care in the world.

Friends? Lovely. I thank them for being around to help diffuse a potentially dangerous end to what is supposed to be a short visit.

Dinners have been great and wonderful, and I've been drinking through most of them in order to keep my sanity. I think one friend looked at me like I was nuts for drinking in front of my mother. Aside for one dinner plan snafu *don't want to discuss because it makes me INSANELY angry* everything has been going swimmingly with respect to meeting up with friends during the Mumzilla stay.

Alright. That's it. Mumzilla wants to watch the television...