Apology Fully Accepted.

Before I sent the apology, I called my Mom's to speak with my grandmother. Who was napping. And my mom said this.

"Mommom's napping, how are you pumpkin?". I swear, like nothing EVER happened.

Anyway, I asked if she'd checked her email, which she hadn't.

Then I left my phone in my room, made dinner, and came back to 2 voicemails from her saying she loved me, accepted my apology, and would love to see me on Thursday. I want to get to the Marina on Thursday to say goodbye to my grandmother.

(FYI, as I write this. Streit's Chocolate Chip Macaroons? Not too bad!)

I told my Mom I wanted to work on our relationship as mother daughter, in the sense that we've both had major transformations. Apparently my mother has no interest in psychoanalyzing our relationship. Fiiiiine.

So, I now await the next drama. In bed. In PAIN. Ugh. Time for the mood-altering painkillers.