Urban Drool

As those of you who read the Boy's blog know, our lives became topsy-turvy over the past 4 days with the onset of not one but two job offers for the Boy. Not having brought in any real income for almost a year now, this was welcome news to him. And, obviously, to me.

His income will not be enough for me to quit my job, or even cut back to part time. However, it most definetly will supplement my income to the extent that we will be able to do the following:

a) pay bills
b) occasionally treat ourselves to a lip-smackin' dinner at our local TGI Friday's
c) pay bills
d) go to NYC and visit our most excellent friends for a weekend in October
e) pay bills
f) get me a new pair of shoes (seriously folks, not kidding here, I have worn the same pair of shoes to work since last March)
g) and...pay bills

To me, the coolest part of this whole new world is that the Boy will be able to actually earn money doing what he loves the most. Job #1 - acting in a professional theatrical production that is slated to run for the next 8 months and Job #2 - be the uber-impressive theatrical producer extraordinaire that I know him to be. I don't know very many people who can earn money at a job(s) that they love and is satisfying to their very heart.

Very excited and very proud am I.

The fact that PickleWatch 2006 has pulled a cloud over our sunny skies (it's not so angst-y as to be truly black, rather more of a cool and stealy gray) has only fueled my fire to finding a job closer to downtown.

Although, speaking of PickleWatch, the wee mite has been in three seperate pairs of hands over the past 3 days. Today? Grandma M (da momma of da Boy).

This fine lady (you all know her as the "Mom" who frequently comments on my blog, yes girls, my Mother in Law reads my blog, have you all fallen down from shock?) drove all the way out from the Koresh-like middle-of-nowhereness that is her town to spend the night last night to be ready and refreshed to mind her grandbaby for us today. All this on very last minute notice. Now THAT folks, is love and dedication.

Although it doesn't surprise me in the least. My MIL, while not perfect (and who is, really?) is unwavering in her love for the Boy and, by proxy, for anyone that HE loves. I don't want to divulge tender and sensitive family history, but my MIL herself suffered from heartbreaking fertility issues way back in the 60s and 70s and her pregnancy with the Boy was her last shot at having the second child that she so desperatly wanted. 6 months of bedrest and the constant fear that he would be another one of her many miscarriages, and yet they both got through it and he was born. So...he is very much her miracle baby, her little angel here on earth.

**cough-cough** (um...angel?) :-)

While my MIL and I don't always understand one another nor always agree with one another, we love each other and have been very successful at peaceably living in one another spaces. She came over last night and hung out, watched TV, drank her English Breakfast and went to bed. We companionably ate some scrambled eggs this morning and I have all the confidence in the world that she and the Pickle will do just super today by themselves.

I am very lucky, as I know a lot of woman cannot say the same things about their Mother's in Law.

What will next week bring? Who knows. My mom is due back from Washington state this weekend, and will undoubtedly take up most of the slack. The Pickle will spend a day with Mya's Mommy.

And the Boy and I will get used to the new normal.