mom has been here two days. things are ok. she's very high maintenance. i wake up in the morning and already she is trying to plan out my life. i should put a table in the living room. i should wear this to work. i should get home at exactly 530 so we can go out. i should do laundry. and this is before i actually get out of bed.

she's been a pretty good sport though. last night she came to my soccer game and about 12 minutes into the game a storm hit. lightening. thunder. pouring rain. the works. and she was good about it. joking about being soaking wet. can't say all moms would do that.