Optimism

Tiffany is having a fun time with Mr. Linky today. Optimism pays she says.

Optimism does pay. It puts a positive spin on about anything. Being optimistic also helps you stay a bit healthier.

When I was younger (before kids basically) I just flew by the seat of my pants. I was selfish, negative, energetic, crazy, and basically didn't give a shit.

Then I got pregnant with Owen.


My life changed. I had to grow up. With having children, you need to be optimistic.

Hoping for the best, hoping that you'll raise this tiny baby to be somewhat human.

Hoping to make it through the night with a screaming little guy.

Hoping he'll do alright when he goes to school.

Then hoping he'll be a good big brother.


Hoping they'll get along.


Optimism in my little world is thinking today will be a good day.

Owen will have a good day at school.

Cole will have a good day with me.

Carl will have a great day at work.

Optimism is needed everyday. You need to wake up thankful that your kids have working lungs to wake you.

I'm thankful for my family and optimistic that we'll all turn out wonderful.

(I don't know how much more wonderful I can become, but you get the idea)

Dear Clueless Stupid Woman,

You excused yourself as you carelessly crossed my path as I'm trying to put my kiddie cart back into the 'cart corral'. That's fine. Until I see that you were the one parked right beside me.

You parked on my passenger side, 12 inches from my passenger side. Now you may not see what the problem is. You had plenty of room to exit and re-enter your car with no problem. Now for me, there's a huge problem. When you park that close to one's car, you leave very little room for a MOTHER to put her CHILD in their car seat. Now I could've barely squeezed my size 14 rear end through that open space.

Oh, how I cursed you under my breath as I climbed through the driver side back door and across the middle seat. Then to maneuver a 2 year old boy into his car seat, I was definitely heated.

So as I noticed that you were the stupid woman who parked so close to my car, I thanked you.

My exact words were "Thank you for parking so close, because I didn't have enough room to get my child in his seat". I believe your response was "Whatever".

Really? 'Whatever'? You look to be 26, maybe 27 years old. Dressed in your lovely dress pants, high heals, makeup perfect, and that's the best you could come up with?!

I hope that you realize that I truly didn't mean it when I proceeded to tell you that I hope your car got hit today. Well, maybe a little, but not enough to hurt you. Just enough to let you know that karma's a bitch.

And now I believe karma's going to come and bite me right in my ass.

Stupid woman.