97 days.
2, 328 hours.
138,680 minutes.
8,380,800 seconds.
I sure hope the Prozac in my system can handle this, because I am not doing too well on my own. I am already breaking out and losing my train of thought. Having headaches. All because my mother is coming to stay the summer.
I should be grateful... and I am.
Really.
This is very nice of her. She is coming to stay with us to help out during a busy time. BUT dear god, she makes me crazy and I don't know if I can handle crazy and busy this summer.
I do appreciate her. I just have to focus on what a big help she will be and overlook how controlling and manipulative she is. I have to think about how much fun the kids will have with her and forget about how we clash over everything from what to cook for dinner to how to raise children. I have to be mindful that this woman is my mother and I am an adult and we are not here to relive my childhood.
Okay.
Defenses ready?
Let's do this thing.
