Window of Opportunity

Chapter 17

Previously:

At our worst…when we were coming up with ways to hurt and destroy one another… when I was accused of fucking off yet really only fucked up. When she was exploring her desires to be with men again. With all that shit going on, she fought for me to be legally recognized as Angie’s other parent and for that she will have my eternal gratitude. I finally feel as if I’m really growing up and being the best person I can be to those who mean the most to me.

Tina

My day was exceptionally busy leaving little time to think about what is suddenly occurring in my life. I went from meeting to meeting trying to get a handle on how to get back on track with the budget for this Santa Fe movie as well as how to keep the director from mucking it all up again. His arrogance is legendary as is his brilliance but he isn’t working on a big budget production like he wants to think he is. Based on his past drug abuse and rehab, this film is supposed to be his way back into to good graces of the industry. Unfortunately, he is not showing much gratitude. I have a feeling that tomorrow I will be crowned the Queen Bitch. Whatever. I have a job to do and I will do it regardless to whose inflated egos take a bruise.

Shana was not around which was good. I was not in the mood to have to deal with her nor did I have the time. Hopefully, when  I get back, I can address it and put that to rest.

I remember at some point that my assistant placed a sandwich in front of me which I took gratefully. I was going to have to remember to eat. I really don’t want to get sick and miss my upcoming date with Bette.

The highlight of my afternoon was packing up my belongings and heading over to the daycare. When I arrived it was still nap time so I sat in my car and read over some paperwork until my phone rang telling me that the children were up. When I walked in, Angie was still in her post sleep confusion but brightened up when she saw me. We sat away from the other children talking quietly with her in my arms. I so love that little girl. Bette and I have had some horrible moments but if all I’m ever remembered for is being Angie’s mom, I will have done well. When Angie began to get restless…the other children were heading out to the playground, I made my way out and headed home.