My Mother is Crazy

She must be... She continually invites me into her house for very extended visits. Me, the four kids, two big dogs and one cantankerous cat. She doesn't just invite me; she gets up before four in the morning, flies out to meet me and drives with me to her house. She stocks her home with foods she wouldn't usually dream of buying and she puts away most of her decorations. Then she endures a mass of toys on her floor, chocolate handprints on her white walls, rocks in her pond, broken knick knacks, a constant pile of laundry rotating through her downstairs, huge holes in her beautiful garden, trips to the ER and oh! so much more. She endures it, she laughs about it and then she asks us to stay longer! My mother IS crazy and I hope to be as crazy as she is some day. :)