Chapter I   I’ve never had the best relationship with my mom. Don’t get me wrong, it is not as bad as most, but enough for us to argue daily. It doesn’t help the fact that we both have very different personalities. Me with enough ambition for the both of us, and her, a little bit tough as many single mothers, but truly kind. So, how did it end up like this? With my mom sleeping in a cot next to me, fully diapered, and probably soaked.  Well, let’s start with the beginning.