mommy optimistic

I am hoping that everyone will forgive me for my absence lately, but when it rains, it pours! This is not meant in the bad way that it usually does, it is in the best way possible. Well, maybe not the best way, I didn't win the lottery yet, but in a much better way than I ever expected.

My muse, having been kicked into High Gear by the little bit of writing I have been doing, decided that I should be maybe making a bit of money. So I started searching on Craigslist once again, and wonder of wonders, I found a position as a screenplay writer! So, while writing for Mommy Optimistic will be my labor of love, I will probably be doing it part time, at least until I get myself disciplined enough to write several hours a day. This is a dream come true for me!

Yesterday was my oldest daughter's birthday. I often have trouble thinking that I have a daughter that is 29 years old, at least until my body speaks up and reminds me with a twinge here or an ache there. Putt Putt and I took dinner over to her house, a nice pork roast with lots of carrots and potatoes. It was absolutely delicious, as Putt is the BEST cook! I guess that explains why I have gained 50 lbs. over the last year. But I digress.

Angel had called me on Friday to tell us not to bring cake and ice cream, as the youngest grandson had been telling her all week that he wanted to buy her a birthday cake. So on Saturday, she took him to the store and gave him some money and allowed him to pay for the cake. I really wish I had been there, it must have been the cutest thing to see him walking up to the checkout with money in his little three-year-old fist and telling anyone who would listen that it was his mommy's birthday and he was buying her a cake.

We got to her place and put the dinner in the oven to warm back up. She lives about an hour from us and it had cooled down a bit. Unfortunately it was at the beginning of the trip when I dropped something on the floor, right where the pan was sitting, and brushed the back of my hand against the hot pan, burning my knuckle. It's OK now, but I sure felt dumb! It did make me feel better, though, when I walked through the front door and the youngest launched himself at me for a hug and then literally drug me into the kitchen to see the cake that he got his Mom. My younger daughter showed up a few minutes later and we all sat around talking and laughing. The adults, with the exception of Putt, all had a glass of wine, and the "littles" had sparkling cider while we just spent some time together. Angel opened her gifts, and I think maybe she liked the scarf and necklace I made for her.

I think I have said at one point or another that my children and I are only recently getting close because of my depression issues in the past. But I am doing my best to make up for that, and they are fortunately willing to let me make it up. Angel thanked us several times, and she texted us both this morning to say Thank You once again. I am so glad that she enjoyed it, as I know I did.

Until next time, take care of yourselves. Happy Holidays to You and Yours from Me and Mine!!

Pamela