Alright, enough is enough. No more beer for Mom. Ambulance, drunk on the floor when they got there, just put her to bed. We have come to realize that she can no longer have beer, (good luck with this Cindy, CC or Claire.) Next Sunday will be a come to Jesus meeting and she is gonna be pissed. She will expect me to go to Kroger and get her whatever she wants. Beer will top the list as always.

I will look for that beer substitute that has almost no alchohol and tell her that it has the same taste and will quench her thirst for the beer. Hits the back of her throat just like she likes. ( I know.) Oh, she will be so angry with me, or whoever she thinks I am but I no longer care as she has no clue what is in her best interest. She cannot have any more beer. Period.

I am thinking I need to tell her what is wrong with her, but I don't think it would do any good. She just doesn't get it.

We're screwed.

Thank you Teresa for going back once again to calm her.