Naturally, I'm not going to tell Mom she can't watch her stories whenever she wants, or at any volume she chooses,

But at quarter to four this morning, I was nearing my breaking point.

Then the signal to the cable box glitched out and the peacock app gave up, and Mom nodded off, and I started crying in sheer gratitude to the Universe for the blessed silence, & five whopping hours of rest.

It's the small things that let you know you're not necessarily God's punching bag on purpose, ya know?