Allowing an old friend to move into your home because they are in a horrible situation that could undo all the work he has done to become and stay sober? 48 hours.
(of finding homes for an entire room full of well, crap!)

Amount of sanity that seems to be flying out the window as the hour of his UHaul approach approaches? Seemingly all of it.

Wanting a HUGE cocktail (or 12) to kick off the day and get ready for 5 of his AA pals to invade my home with furniture and my new lodger? PRICELESS!
(or problematic… you pick!)