We've only just got to bed 😬
DM is in tearingly good spirits, rather tipsy and becoming more and more inappropriate as the night wears on. Mildly racist, somewhat intolerant of MH issues and sternly insistent that I wasn't hospitalised earlier in my pregnancy with DS - any mention of me possibly being in a better position to remember than her are met with an airy wave of the hand, and an accusation of me being "befuddled"
I have discovered hitherto untapped depths of patience and I am trying to remind myself that she is an elderly lady who lives alone and all that entails. I also have to remember that we are her only family and she has been a generous and supportive DGM to DS in complete contrast to how she treated her own DC
Anyway, DS is now officially 18! I have managed to raise a child to adulthood, despite all the doom-mongers who said I would leave him on a bus or something equally awful. DM goes home on Fridau morning to make way for DS's friends who are staying the night or two. Somehow I find the idea of this far less traumatic than an evening with my mother.