Some people respond to an age-related crisis by cosplaying their youth, maybe splurging on a flashy red convertible or squeezing into skinny jeans with questionable zipper integrity. But not every midlife meltdown can be contained to the dealership floor: some take a hard left turn straight into the delivery room of their adult children, ready to relive their «Mommy and Me» glory days, regardless of whether anyone else is buckled up for the ride.

This, unfortunately, is the road our first-time mom’s mother-in-law has chosen. She doesn’t miss late nights or dance floors, she misses her first-time mom days, and she’s determined to make up for lost snuggles by launching a one-woman identity crisis and dragging the entire family in with her.

Forget red sports cars, this mother-in-law is driving everyone crazy in a vehicle with zero fuel economy, that emits pure drama.