Well Tuesday it was 3am. He was hitting rock bottom. Please come get me. I'm having suicidal thoughts. Then, court that night. Wednesday, it was visit the treatment facility / be horrible to your mother day. Thursday, it was call your mother several times today and be really nice to her. Followed by a 1am call explaining you stopped drinking two days ago and you are sick as a dog in the dorm. Yes, you would like to come home. Now, please. Plenty of thank yous and I love yous when mom gets out of bed and drives across town. Topped off by a trip in the 24 hr. market with your nightgown tucked ino your jeans to get Gatorade. Hey Hallmark....write a Mother's Day card for that...I dare you! Wonder what fun tomorrow will bring. Hope they have cool crafts in the looney bin. I like crafts.