Charlie showed up at my aparment this afternoon. Which was kind of weird, considering he was supposed to be in New York until Saturday. He brought my future mother-in-law with him. I'm not too happy about that. She can't just stay at his house, she has to stay with me, in my crampy little apartment. She makes me so nervous! She watches me like a hawk. I mean, geeze what is the point of this? I'm not going to hurt Charlie by cleaning the bathroom or watching tv. Sorry, but he's a big boy. I think he can handle himself. We don't need mommy holding his hand. And he'll be the first to tell you that.
I'm not sure what else to say, other than I don't think the rest of this week will go very fast for me. Not only did Charlie go back to New York, but he left his mom, to stay with me until Sunday evening. I'm not a happy camper. When she gets older, I swear, she can live with Charlie's brother. She is NOT staying with us. I know that sounds harsh, but honestly I can't stand the woman. I love Charlie, but does that mean I have to love his family?