14.5 hours
I've now been at my mom's house for 14.5 hours. So far it's going reasonably well--at least, I'm still in a pretty good mood. Admittedly, while cooking last night she turned down the burner temp TWICE while I was cooking (maybe you've guessed this by now, but I do in fact know how to cook all by myself), and tried to instruct me on how to vacuuum (*NB: besides having been a professional cook, I've also been a professional housekeeper), and she's thrown 3 underhanded jabs at dad that I've heard, but really, that's doing pretty well. If we keep up at this pace, I should be able to leave for home tomorrow with minimal bloodletting.
Of course, soon my grandma will be here, along with numerous other relatives, most of whom I really don't like very much. *sigh* If you've not heard from me in 24 hours, send a rescue mission, a small cheesecake, and some shackles.
Of course, soon my grandma will be here, along with numerous other relatives, most of whom I really don't like very much. *sigh* If you've not heard from me in 24 hours, send a rescue mission, a small cheesecake, and some shackles.