I am strong
I am invincible
I am Woman!
My mantra, however annoying, for the next week.
My mother's visiting until Saturday.
Somehow I'm alternating between standing at the kitchen counter with my eyes closed telling myself, "She's just crazy. She'll go home. Everything is Allll Right," and running off into an extra bedroom, squeezing behind the door and whispering in my high-pitched Gene Wilder voice, "I'm hysTERical! I'm WET! And I'm hysTERical! I'm in PAIN, and I'm WET, and I'm hysTERical!"
More of the former, less of the latter, please.