I am thrilled my mom is going home today. Flame away.
I can't take anymore of her debbie downer shenanigans. She's been here almost a week, and it has gone from her being my normal, fun-loving mom to her being the most miserable person in the world.
I understand she's feeling sad that she isn't going to be here and be able to see Mr. Loverman as often as she'd like. But come on. That isn't my fault.
She was a wreck on the drive home after my shower because my friend C (who granted, is a certifiable moron and says things without thinking. She doesn't have a mean bone in her body.) said something to her along the lines of how my guest room isn't going to be her room anymore, it's going to be Alexander's.
WTF? My mom was CONVINCED that she said it to be cruel, and spent the rest of the evening in her room sulking.
I'm very sympathetic to her situation to a point, but after that, I refused to give into the crazy.